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Drinking and overthinking (PART 2!)

YUMYUMYUM, I know it's rather short, I will try to extend my writing to be longer but I haven't really been in the writing mood the last few days. So sorry my silly sillers, I will try to post part 3 out today. Anyways enjoy the chapter!

Ballister walked over towards the trash cans, he heard that bottle shatter on the ground and somebody speak from the dark alleyway, God this was not a good life plan for the duo. It could be a trap the director set up to corner him and Nimona. Ballister did feel bad for whoever was in the corner, they seemed upset by the tone in their voice.

The dark haired man walked until he saw a blonde figure laying there, curled up into a ball. "Ambrosius...?" Ballister stared at him with shock, He has never seen Ambrosius like this before. This was the first time he had seen anything like this. Ambrosius had never tend to break down ever, not even when Ballister would leave for multiple nights. God was him being a wanted criminal the reason of Ambrosius breaking down, If only he could properly explain to him, He wanted to explain to Ambrosius.

But he couldn't, he wanted to tell Ambrosius the truth. He wanted to be able to talk to him again, he wanted to have nachos with him and go on dates. But Ballister was still wanted, he was framed of killing the queen. Ballister cleared his minds, he needed to think of what to do with Ambrosius. Ambrosius seemed to have passed out.

God, he has a mess, it seems like he had been drinking all night. Ballister picked the blonde boy up carefully and slowly walked through the alleyway, Nimona quickly following from behind. Ballister was concerned, angry maybe even sad. He shouldn't be angry about this though; he had no right. He'll just... bring Ambrosius home.

Ballister continued walking until he got towards the secret lair him and Nimona had set up. "Nimona can you get the door please??" Ballister asked, still carrying the blonde boy. Nimona nodded, opening the door up.

"So, what are we going to do to your enemy?" Nimona asked, smiling with her shark teeth. Ballister plopped the sleeping Ambrosius on the couch and face palmed. "We aren't doing anything to him, he isn't my enemy you know." Ballister replied to the red headed girl.

"But isn't he on your murder wall?" Nimona replied waiting for a proper response. "Look, just go to bed. I cannot deal with everything right now." Ballister snapped back, He was full of different emotions. Nimona eye rolled and walked off.

Ballister was upset and pissed, he felt like he was the problem. Ballister felt like he caused Ambrosius to drink himself to the point he passed out. Ballister didn't know though who to fully blame here. God how he hated this man, but God he loved Ambrosius. Every hour he was with Ambrosius regardless of the situation he loved him, so much. Ballister was so stressed, but he needed to take care of Ambrosius. Ballister kissed Ambrosius on the forehead and covered the blonde boy in a blanket.

Ballister knew the dangers and the consequences that could occur of keeping Ambrosius here when he could still think that he was the one who killed the queen, the possibility of Ambrosius just waking up in the middle of the night and thinking he was kidnapped is a big possibility. I mean, Ballister did kind of kidnap him.