From one proxy to another proxy [Ticcimask]

Chap. 19: A Beautiful Mess

—Let's go to the casino...

—The casino? You're crazy.

—Casino Oasis?

—Yeah, sure.

I took him to his room and he threw himself on the bed.

—Okay, if you need something...

—Stay—he interrupted me.

Standing in front of his bed, watching him and thinking in the mess he was i didn't refuse. 

I moved his desk chair and sat next to him. 

—I can't sleep... my head is spinning... —he was still struggling to string together sentences. 

—That's because you're a fucking drunk.

—Whatever you say...

—You should go to AA—i joked without even cracking a smile. 

He didn't respond, his eyes were closed, even when he is sleeping he has this angry gaze. 

I stood up carefully, i didn't want to make any noise. 

—Where you're going?

Shit

—Nowh- what are you doing? —he stretched out his arm, resting it on my leg and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. 

—Making sure you won't leave... —said with his eyes still closed.

—I won't.

—Liar.

He looked at me with half-closed eyes, the light bothered him. He closed his eyes again and after a short silence he spoke.

—You look like her...

"Her"?

—Ann?

—Duh!

I didn't know what to say, am i supossed to feel flattered? Offended? 

—Your eyes are the same, big, brown...

He was speaking slowly, as if he were carefully choosing his words, but since more than half of his brain cells are dead from alcohol, i'm just gonna assume he has trouble speaking fluently. 

—... and you look like a girl—he laughed softly.

That's what i get for taking him seriously in a moment like this...

—Cut it out.

—It's true, your skin looks so... and your hair is so...

—You're not even finishing your sentences—i raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms.

—I don't feel very good... i think i'm gonna... —he quickly got up.

—Okay.

I took him to the bathroom, he wouldn't let me in so i waited outside... i could heard him throwing up.

I was already feeling nauseous from the smell, the sound didn't help at all... 

When he came out we went back to his room.

He got under the covers, and i stood by the door. 

—You sure you want me to leave? 

—Yeah...

—Alright.

—Thanks...

I liked these little occasions when Masky showed genuine feelings toward me.

—Thank you for tonight...

You're gonna forget it tomorrow anyways...

—It's nothing—i said and set foot out of the room.

—Rogers...

—Yes? 

—Can i ask you something? —he gave me a look.

—What is it?

—When i arrived you were all sweaty and i could notice your arm hurt. Were you masturbating? 

—... 

—Cause if you were you better clean the couch and the coffee table, you dirty.

Seconds later he just burst out laughing.

Once again i expected more, i clearly cannot read him... 

I turned the lights off, closed the door and left.