-1How To Disappear
The bar stool's comfortable and inviting, and he's drunk and hurting.
The whiskey's warm and burns his throat, which is the most comforting thing he's known all week. The bar mat beneath his glass slides a little as he slams it down, and the barkeep smiles and pours him another. They've got hardly any standards in this place (which he can tell by it's patrons; you wouldn't want to know), and that's just fine by him (in fact, it's probably in his favour tonight).
Sam's words still echo in his head. They're also slurred and a little foggy, but still there. Still haunting him like a poltergeist you can't kill with rock salt. Like a body you can't burn, and a demon you can't exorcise.
They carry too much weight; too much meaning, too much understanding. And each time they find him through this thick haze of cheap alcohol, they swing him an unforgettable blow right to the heart.
"Another," He needs this to disappear for a while. Hide from whatever it is that's eating his brother, and the damned words that are echoing in and out of his mind, leaving behind them a string of depression and desperations.
Because this, the bar, the drink, the company, is how he disappears.
(My Chemical Romance-- This is How I Disappear)