Selfish part of me wants to stay at times. Rest of me knows I can't.

[At least they were both comfortable while drinking, even if only one of them was slowly moving towards trying to blackout from it.

Hummed a little, taking a bit longer to get the lid off his.. fourth? Fifth? Whatever, the latest bottle he'd grabbed. Took a little while to get it off, letting it bounced off the coffee table.]

Last time I got like this on something normal was the night before the first round of injections started, for the batch I was in. We all figured it was our last chance before possibly dying from whatever they were going to be putting in us. [Putting them through.] Worth it.