Denial

by TheLimeTangerine

Forsyth kept telling himself he'd stop drinking with Python, yet he kept doing it anyway. It's certainly not because he enjoyed the inevitable results.

Denial

It didn't count if it was with Python, Forsyth always told himself.

Python was both flirty with just about everyone and rarely actually meant anything by it. That was just the way he was. Forsyth had known him long enough that he knew those facts well.

It also didn't count if they were both tipsy at the time; he didn't even remember how half of it had went.

Forsyth groaned and rolled over, trying to ignore the man snoring away next to him as he rubbed his eyes. He kept telling himself he wasn't going to bring drinks over when he visited Python; why did he keep doing this?

...There was a small part of him that said it was because Forsyth enjoyed it, though he stubbornly refused to admit that aloud.