"Will you stop drinking now?" Dylan asked, slouching onto the chair beside him.
His voice carried clear exhaustion, his patience already worn thin from repeating the same words over and over again with little to no response.
But this time, it seemed to work, at least partially.
With how ashamed and dejected Lucas already was, it wasn't surprising that the alcohol had finally gotten to him.
Dylan had tried countless times to snatch the bottles from his hands, but each attempt had failed. Now, Lucas rested his head heavily against the counter, empty bottles around him, and Dylan let out a long, tired sigh.
His arms and shoulders still ached faintly from the multiple times Lucas had pushed him away while he tried to intervene.
Sighing again, Dylan pulled out his phone and began scrolling, swiping away yet another wave of missed calls. Most were from his mother, but among them, one name stood out.
Sebastian.
Dylan's fingers paused mid-swipe.
