[OPEN] 'a series of attacks,' they said.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada shook his head. "Nah, retail really sucks. You don't need revenge. You're like.. adorable. You're kind. Just sit back and let things take care of themselves. You don't need to go and do it yourself." He said, tapping his fingers on the counter.

"I guess I'm just.. You get hurt when you go searching for revenge. You'll end up more broken than you were because of whatever happened. And you're too cute to be broken."

[ryan leonardo matson]

"I guess," He mumbled, smirked at the comment. "Ah, thanks. You're not too bad yourself, maybe less though since you're taken," He teased softly, sipping at his next drink, wondering if he honestly did need to get drunk or not. He was messed up enough without it, could go a weekend without getting absolutely wasted, he supposed.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada shook his head. He laughed, covering his mouth before he snorted. "I'd like to think being a little less cute is worth it because he's pretty awesome." He said with a smile, looking down. He was utterly in love with Jayson, there was no denying it. The boy had been the only one to change him, and anyone who knew the old Nevada could tell you that.

"He's.. got a really special place in my heart.." He said, drawing his finger across the table. "I don't even know if I have family so he really is like.. all I got, you know?"

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan smiled at him gently. "Yeah, guess I can relate. Well, kind of, I'm not with anyone though now, so. I'm glad you love him and he loves you, though. That he can make you happy whenever you need to be." He patted his knee gently. "Guess that's all that matters in the end, that you can love each other no matter what, huh?"

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"I guess." He mumbled. There was a lot more to it. Nevada was lost, Jayson was broken. And all Nevada had to cling to was him. Jayson had a family, people to stand behind him. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help but feel like he was fighting a losing battle, like he was going at this alone.

"Trying to remember who you are isn't easy. It doesn't just.. come back.. It's like playing memory. Literally. Two cards cancel each other out, but you're still left with a floor of face down cards, and you have no idea where the other card is.."

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan sighed. "You seem strong enough, a fighter. More than I'll ever be. You just gotta keep pushing on, know the people who are there for you and the people who aren't and know it's gonna hopefully get better. You still have a chance on getting those memories back don't you? So you just gotta keep flipping those cards over. For some of us it isn't so easy."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada shrugged, rubbing at an eye. "I guess. I mean.. It's hard. Sometimes things are thrown at you, sometimes they're just.. blank. Like, you're missing a blatantly obvious joke." He shrugged again, laying his head down on the counter.

"I don't wanna talk about it. It's like being alone in the middle of nowhere." He sighed. "You wanna sleep on the couch? It beats the hell out of sleeping in your truck. I'm not letting you drive. I don't care if you just had one."

[ryan leonardo matson]

"Okay, we don't have to talk about it." He shrugged, smirked faintly when he said he wouldn't let him drive, and downed his drink, wiggling his fingers. "Mm, two. And sure, don't have anywhere better to go." He raised his arms over his head in a stretch, wondering if he could have been dead tonight, drunk and suicidal. Not now in front of this guy.. And yet as a teacher, no matter all those kids he helped, he was willing to end it all. But nobody would know. Not until he was in the hospital or gone.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"I mean, I would be polite and offer for you to cuddle, but I don't think my boyfriend would approve of cuddling with anyone but him. Not that my bed is any more comfortable than the couch." He said, getting on his crutches. He made his way carefully to the closet, throwing a few blankets and a couple pillows over to the couch. More than once he almost fell off his crutches.

"He'll be glad to know I'm not as crippled as I was." He said, making his way over to his chair. He grabbed a pillow and a blanket, tossing them on the chair. He sat down, laying his crutches down beside him as he started to get comfortable.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan chuckled. "That's okay," He murmured softly. "I suffer night terrors, especially when I drink. You wouldn't want to sleep with me anyway." He smirked, snatching a beer and slinking towards the couch, cracking the top as he collapsed lazily on the sofa. He took a swig, setting a pillow on the arm of the couch and propping himself up enough to watch Nevada curiously.