Un- Sober

Damnit, You Promised

Today they are releasing Xander, it's been a whole week and a half since he woke up, he had to have a psych evaluation that my dad did which was super awkward but he does hospital rotations and oddly enough, his rotation fell on Xander's release week.

Dad passed him for being mentally sound enough but told him that he has to start psychotherapy and needed to attend AA and NA.

I was booted out of the room for the evaluation of course but dad did meet me in the hall and tell me that although Xander will be okay, it's going to be a messy road, apparently they had quite a heart to heart conversation, in dads words 'Since he'll be living under my roof' and 'I'm old enough to be his father too!' then lastly 'I told him the same thing I told you, no funny business in my house!' Ugh, I'm embarrassed.

We said our goodbyes, discharge papers were signed by Xander and I was handed prescriptions for antidepressants which I felt really awkward holding, I helped him change into real clothing. Just some black jeans, a black T-shirt and no-less; solid black converse. Hey, I was aiming for comfort!

They made him ride in a wheelchair down to the Bentley, much to his protesting that he could walk. I had pulled around to the front pickup area where they had him waiting and hopped out.

I walked around and opened the passengers side door and Xander stood up, disgruntled but thanked the nurse then got into the car. I closed the door behind him and then got in the drivers seat.

"Woohoo, we're free! Finally!" I exclaim excitedly, turning slightly to see Xander, he is smirking over at me, obviously enjoying my excitement.

"I'm just glad to see you happy again!" He has no idea and that's okay, it's been a really rough three plus weeks. He awkwardly shifts in his seat, we have a lot to talk about, like...a fuck load.

"I'm very happy that you are alive, yes!" Small talk, ugh. I don't think we should be getting into any deep conversations until we are settled at dads.

"God, it feels so fucking weird to be staying at your dads house..." although I lived there peacefully and happily before I got tied up with Xander, I'm feeling the same awkward embarrassment as he is.

I nod, focusing on the road as I drove, tossing Xander a few quick glances. "I know, it won't be permanent." Like us, he hasn't expressed any interest in a real relationship with me, aside from the times he spoke out of delusion about falling for me and really liking me and wanting me...Oy, I shouldn't have listened so closely to everything he said when he was out of his mind.

"Maybe not but by everything your dad said about Arnold, I don't have a pot to piss in, so it sounds like we'll be staying a while." We'll? Whoa, did I miss something? Maybe he remembers everything he said? Maybe he knows I heard too.

I cringe a little but then give him a warm smile, especially when he reaches across and places his hand gently on my thigh. I take a quick look down at his hand and then snap my eyes back to the road. Yup, activate flaming blush!

"Your dad is a real dick, I didn't tell you but we had a huge screaming match in the hallway of the hospital, it was so bad that security made him leave the premises..." I sneak a peek at him and it looked like his jaw was about to hit his lap before he started laughing.