[ he wrestles with it at first, kicking it, banging his fist against it until it splits his knuckles, while lynch sits there like a goddamn gargoyle, like he has any right to keep him here. he even screams, screams himself hoarse, furious, until he's dizzy with the agony in his head.
he can't fucking think, he just wants to leave. he doesn't want to be sober, doesn't want to think about being trapped here.
he turns, slumping to the floor again, face pushed into his knees and hands over his head, skinny form small in his misery. ]
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he can't fucking think, he just wants to leave. he doesn't want to be sober, doesn't want to think about being trapped here.
he turns, slumping to the floor again, face pushed into his knees and hands over his head, skinny form small in his misery. ]