AN: I'm, like, really proud of this one, just sayin'.
Don't worry about the damage done
Just let those words roll off your tongue
Even if you're lyin'
He'd hurt her in past, and he was really trying not to be that guy anymore, but old habits are hard to break, he guesses.
She knew it was a bad idea from the start, but she couldn't help wanting him, needing him, after depriving herself of his love for so long.
What it all comes down to it- they knew it was wrong, but that just didn't matter.
If you really don't mean it, I don't care
If you need a little buzz to get you there
Then baby I'm buyin'
She was with Tommy; Tommy was his best friend. He'd been with Sara; Sara, her sister. They'd both made mistakes, and they were sure to keep making them, but with the taste of whiskey on her lips- whiskey, how fitting- she couldn't bring herself to stop. Not that she needed the drink, she wasn't strong enough to fight whatever was between the two of them, she couldn't resist him when he was dead in the ocean with her sister, let alone now, when he was right in front of her. It was wrong for so many reasons, but being with him felt good. She felt like the girl she'd once been, full of optimism and possibility, not this hardboiled husk of who she once was.
Well couldn't you; Say you do
Say you might; For tonight
Have a heart; Bend the truth
Even if you don't; Couldn't you
He knew they couldn't last, hell they'd barely survived each other in the past, but he couldn't help imagining what it'd be like to be the two of them, together again. He'd spent five years with her faded picture his only anchor to the life he'd led, the man he was, the man he would be, he couldn't just let that all slip away. He didn't know what he'd expected for when he came, he hadn't allowed himself to think of it, but Laurel and Tommy? Even though he knew they were better for each other, he couldn't let go of what they once had had.
Mess me up; Get in my head
Steal my t-shirt; Wreck my bed
All night long; Like you used to
Even if you don't; Couldn't you
Say you do?
Tommy was good, of course. And she loved him, she thinks. But being with Tommy was thing like being with him. They knew every inch of each other, they'd grown into those bodies together, and as such, he knew exactly what made her tick. Nobody had ever made her feel the way he did, and she knew, in a small, sad part of her heart, that no one ever would. You only get one chance at this sort of thing, and the two of them? They'd royally fucked it up. She'd be happy, of course, with others, love them even, but she was certain she'd never be made to feel like this again.
Yeah baby, I'm begging you to lead me on
Say it feels good to be back in my arms
And then don't call me
He craved her touch, and reveled in the fact that she reciprocated. He knew it was vile to be so happy when he knew it wouldn't last, that he'd again leave her to pick up the broken pieces of her life. Things always broke around him, but Laurel kept coming back for more anyway. Maybe she was a glutton for punishment, or maybe she knew, like he did, that they were meant to be together. Soulmates. There'd been others, so many others, but he kept coming back to Laurel every time, because he knew, deep down, they belonged together, even if he was too scared to admit it even to himself.