"I left her…" Duncan grumbled to himself as he banged on Gwen's door with both his fists. There is a churning motion n his stomach, probably from the alcohol and the drugs and the greasy foods he has been stuffing himself with.
"I left her." He says it with loudly, more certainty, and the tears are threatening to fall, but Gwen opens the door covered in paint and holds a paintbrush in one hand.
It falls to the ground with a deafening thud and she holds out paint-splattered arms toward him. He doesn't have to say anything, it's written all over his face.
"Hey you…" She rubs circles on his back, slowly dragging him into her tiny apartment. Duncan continues to mutter nonsensical nonsense against her neck, the tears still manages to squeeze their way out of his closed eyes. She lays him down in her bed but he pulls her down with him, curling up against her chest.
The sigh escapes her lips before she can stop it, sometimes she forgets how truly pitiful he can act despite the façade of being strong. It's the most natural thing in the world for her to wrap her shorter arms around him; it's the most natural thing for him to fall asleep in her arms.
He doesn't cry for long, he never has. When the worst of the cry has past he just lays there in her bed, quietly, not saying a word.
In hindsight it doesn't take long for her to rock him to sleep, an hour. Maybe two. She's got this bad habit of forgetting everything around her (including time) when Duncan is near.
Devotion, some would call it. Other would call it love. And Gwen desperately wishes she could figure out which.
His cold nose pressing against her neck draws her back to the present, and she leans over kissing him softly on the forehead.
A small luxury, one she cannot deny herself.
She disentangles Duncan's arms from around her waist, sliding carefully out of bed. Somehow she gets Duncan's ratty hoodie from under him and has extricated a small arsenal of drugs from the depths of his pockets.
Her heart thuds loudly, painfully as she flushes it all down the toilet. The alcohol goes next; she won't have him drinking himself to death in her house. She rummages in the top shelf and finds a stray pack of cigarette's and a small blue lighter and places them on the beside table next to him.
His eyes are skewed shut, a grimace on his lips and he is murmured quietly in Spanish, something she can't quite hear but she brushes the hair out of his eyes and he seems to smile in his sleep.
He sleeps seems calmer; he's one of the only people she knows with a smile when he's truly happy. She slides back in bed, curling up on one side and together they sleep, subconsciously cuddling together.
A/N: This will wither turn into a Duncan and Gwen fic or a Duncan and Courtney fic but it's completely up to you guys, my faithful reviewers. Let me know!
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~Tariel