35. one of them trying to get the other one off of drugs au
"Red, no, you can't."
"Lizzie, please, I can't stand it anymore."
"Red, you've worked so hard to get clean, you can't do this now."
"Lizzie, the last thing I want to do is disappoint you, but I don't think I'm strong enough."
"Red, you are strong enough. Don't relapse now, not after all this time."
"Lizzie, I'm sorry, I can't do this. I just can't resist."
And he's taking her hand and tugging her off the cobblestoned streets of Paris and into the quaint patisserie, following the irresistibly decadent smells of freshly-brewed coffee and still-warm pastry straight from the oven, ignorant of her loud giggles and playful shrieks.
"I hope you're hungry, Lizzie, because I haven't had caffeine in three and a half weeks and one simply can't drink coffee without pastries in France! What shall we order, bear claws? Sticky buns? Danishes? Oh, how about those –"
And Lizzie follows him inside with nary a protest because as hopelessly addicted to coffee as he is?
She's just as addicted to him.