So, I was right. Austin forgot and he flipped. Well, I say flipped but he didn't necessarily. He just ended up getting really emotional and continued to apologise to me over and over again. Up until I told him he needed to shut the fuck up because he was pudding me off with the continuous apologies even though I told him multiple times that it was okay and I didn't care because I liked it and I didn't mind that he couldn't remember because it wasn't his fault.

Anyway, after hours of me holding him and lying in be until he stopped crying stupidly we ended up leaving the asylum. (Which wasn't as difficult as we both thought it would be) and went for lunch. That was quick and both of us stayed silent for the most part, the occasional groan leaving my lips since I was high as fuck and right now food was the only thing that was keeping me from losing my shit on Austin because he still had a sorry frown across his features. (And the fact that I was stupidly hungrily and had three plates of food in front of me. Fuck knows where this food goes but I sure never do put on weight.)

Once we'd eaten we went to a small diner that stood just around the corner if the asylum and was pretty much dead. So we ordered coffee through more silence. Until something came across Austin and he ran out and off back to the asylum crying. I didn't chase him. I felt like death after eating so much, I was already annoyed at him for being so ridiculously emotional and I really was not down for his shit today.

I sat in the diner, drinking more and more coffee until it became dark and it was closing then headed back to the asylum. Austin wasn't there when I arrived though and whenever I mentioned his name people would so rudely turn and walk away after shaking their head. I shrugged it off though, walking back to my room and climbed into bed. Surprisingly, I fell asleep quickly even after all that coffee.

Notes

So good to be writing this again!