Rain On Me

"You know, for someone who works with addicts, you're quite the idiot when it comes to realising your own need of next shot."
Blessing his partner with a bored look, Gabe took another swing of his beer and focused back on the game.
"I don't work with addicts. I work for them. I try to stop them. As for my own addiction," he continued without breaking his gaze from the TV, " I don't have one, to begin with. So that's beside the point." He finally looked his best friend in the eye and smiled. Or tried to. His chest hurt so bad he couldn't breathe. And it wasn't because of the bullet his vest caught just recently and saved his life. No. It hurt so bad because of her. His very own addiction, that had nothing to do with drugs.