[ Work the steps, Youens had told him. Lip's trying, but the steps are completely foreign territory. Drinking is enmeshed into the fabric of his life, and separating alcohol out is a complicated, infuriating process. Lip isn't even sure whether or not he buys any of it, but he hasn't tapped out yet.
Todd's harmless but boring. Lip had sized him up and dismissed him in all of a minute. But Kavinsky was something else entirely. When the power came out, Lip had migrated over to the window with his cigarette. He has a finger propped between the blinds and the window frame, allowing a slash of light to cut across his face. He doesn't look back to where Kavinsky is sitting, or where Todd's sprawled. ]
Pretty sure that's going to fuck with the steps.
[ It's not really a protest, just an observation. Todd doesn't seem particularly worried about the steps or anything else at this moment in time. Lip feels a curl of jealous hunger kindling to life in his chest. ]
What's the come down like?
[ Framing this as something Kavinsky needs to sell him on gives Lip a little breathing room. It's enough to allow him to pretend that he doesn't want in on what Kavinsky's offering. Escaping the wreck of his life was what kicked Lip's drinking into high gear in the first place. He's felt lousy since he arrived at the center as his hangover stretched into miserably manageable withdrawal. Kavinsky's offering him a break, and Lip's worried about it spinning him out later and he's worried about what it's going to cost him. He's a Gallagher. They all know to look for price tags, even before they catapult recklessly towards self-destruction. ]
yells softly
Todd's harmless but boring. Lip had sized him up and dismissed him in all of a minute. But Kavinsky was something else entirely. When the power came out, Lip had migrated over to the window with his cigarette. He has a finger propped between the blinds and the window frame, allowing a slash of light to cut across his face. He doesn't look back to where Kavinsky is sitting, or where Todd's sprawled. ]
Pretty sure that's going to fuck with the steps.
[ It's not really a protest, just an observation. Todd doesn't seem particularly worried about the steps or anything else at this moment in time. Lip feels a curl of jealous hunger kindling to life in his chest. ]
What's the come down like?
[ Framing this as something Kavinsky needs to sell him on gives Lip a little breathing room. It's enough to allow him to pretend that he doesn't want in on what Kavinsky's offering. Escaping the wreck of his life was what kicked Lip's drinking into high gear in the first place. He's felt lousy since he arrived at the center as his hangover stretched into miserably manageable withdrawal. Kavinsky's offering him a break, and Lip's worried about it spinning him out later and he's worried about what it's going to cost him. He's a Gallagher. They all know to look for price tags, even before they catapult recklessly towards self-destruction. ]