Broken.
Lost.
Tainted.
All words that described one Julian perfectly.
And all words that at this very moment in time, he couldn't use in a correct sentence. But he didn't mind
Because no one else did.
Sure, Blair was there to help when bad went to terrible, and Julian was thankful, but who would help Blair?
He didn't think about things like that. Wouldn't let himself stay sober long enough to think about things like that.
Instead he kept up his routine that made Rip happy.
Sell the product, whore for the product, and beg for the product.
The one that he had to erase any slivers of decency he may have had to partake in.
Because it made Rip happy.
It made Rip happy to know that Julian Wells was putty in his hand. That the power he holds in the cocaine he distributes was enough to make Julian debauch himself of his own accord.
And Julian doesn't care.
Because Rip, is nothing less than his evil angel.
And for the night, he lives only to make Rip happy.