𝘖𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦.

Down.

Thatcher was stressed the whole day..He needed a drink.

When it was finally time for him to leave, he got all of his stuff and waited in the car for Dave.

It didn't take long for him to show up, as soon as he got in and got settled Thatcher began to drive.

"I'm gonna head to the bar tonight."

"Mkay."

The car ride was completely silent, no words out of either or their mouths until they got home.

Thatcher unlocked the door, letting the both of them inside.

He closed it behind him.

Thatcher walked up the stairs and Dave sat down on the couch.

Thatcher put on a jacket and went back downstairs.

"Cya."

"Bye."

The atmosphere was thick, almost suffocating.

Thatcher went back outside, getting in his car and driving off.

"He better be okay." Dave said, groaning under his breath..

He went to go do some self care, his mood had been horrible all day..He..He just slept.

Creeeeeaaakkk...

SLAM!

The loud slamming noise woke Dave up..How long had he been asleep?..He focused his vision to see a drunk Thatcher with an empty beer bottle in his hand.

He didn't talk, he just walked to Dave and sat on the floor next to him.

"The hell are you doing?" Dave grumbled at the blonde.

"M'tired.."

"You smell like whisky..Did someone have to drive you back?"

"Mmmmm..That doe..nt..Matter.."

"Yes it does, Thatcher."

"Why you callin me Thatcher?...Mmmnnhh..hh.."

Does he not remember what happened this morning?

"No reason, why are you mad about it?"

"Cuz..You never call me Thatcher..Thatssss..Weird..!"

"Calm down, Thatcher."

"See!?..You said it againnnn..Nn..Hh.."

"Dude, Thatcher calm down."

"Pleeease stop calling me Thatcher..Pl..Please..- Pleaasseeee.."

"Why are you begging so much, dude?.." Dave groaned at the begging blonde, why does he not want him to call him Thatcher so badly?

"Because!..I uuhhh..I don't like it when you say my naammeee..It makes me feel like I'm in trouble.."

Dave chuckled at the blonde.

"You aren't..We just had a minor argument this morning."

Dave was lying through his teeth. That argument was horrible and he knew it.

"Oh..I forgot..-..Uhhhnnmmm..mmmnnn.."

"It's fine, Thatcher."

"uuuuuuuuuhggghhhhhgggfff..Hhff.."

"You're so drunk."

"Yeaahhh.."

Dave sighed.

"Why did..— We argue?..We never argue..Nn..h.."

"Oh..Uhm."

Dave knew that Thatcher was drunk, so he could just tell him and he wouldn't remember.

"Mental health stuff..My emotions have been all over the place."

"Oohhhh..I..Apolo..Apologize. Hhnnnnhhgg.."

"We really shouldn't be talking right now, your drunk. Go upstairs."

"Okay..G'night.."

Thatcher got up, stumbling and walking upstairs.

Tik..

..Tik.

Tik..

..Tik.

A lot of time passed by, it felt like a couple minutes to Dave, who was just laying down listening to the clock ticking. Until he heard foot steps down the stairs.

"Hey, Dave."

"Yeah, Thatcher?"

Thatchers stomach churned, he hated when Dave said his name normally.

"I..I need to apologize to you."

Thatcher sat down on the couch next to Dave.

"I shouldn't have done what I did, I hurt you. I didn't know you were having horrible problems with your mental health."

So Thatcher did remember..Fuck

"No, no it's my fault for saying I hated you. I really don't. It was just in the heat of the moment, I care for you a lot. I love being your friend."

"I love being your friend too!..Dave. I..I really just..Was oblivious to how you were feeling."

"Thatcher, it's fine."

"No it isn't! I..Actually put my hands on you. I can't believe myself."

"Look, Thatcher. It's okay, alright? It could've been worse. We could be yelling at each other right now."

The two let out an awkward giggle..And they looked away from each other.

"Would you like to talk about it?"