Matthew normally only has two moods when he's high.
One is an extremely party animal Daredevil frat boy that won't think things through for a second.
The second one is a depressed guy that is trying to figure out the meaning to living.
Today we shall see #2.
Now Matthew was just on his couch chilling depressed eating his weed brownies.
He had planned a day alone to think about how pointless life is and shit like that.
He was surprised when Gilbert showed up.
Gilbert knew immediately what his boyfriend was doing.
He stank of weed and was down on the couch staring blankly at the ceiling.
Gilbert signed at that alerting Matthew of his presence.
"You know you shouldn't be alone when you're like this birdie," Gilbert said softly.
"I'm not alone, name a better pair than me and my fear of abandonment and instinct to self isolate." Matthew chuckled trying to ignore the pain.
"You and me,"Gilbert said rank8ng his fingers through Matthew's hair.
" Oh" Mathew whispered his voice cracking
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The North American Trio
Hayran KurguA series of one-shots about The North American Trio (America, Canada, and Mexico) Will occasionally have Greenland and other countries from the Americas.
