Louie watches as his friend sleeps on top of the covers in his guest bedroom. This was a thing that was a common occurrence, nearly twenty years ago. He never thought he would try it again, not with Sharon Raydor at least. Losing a child is the worst hurt anyone could ever face, he knew that. He can't imagine it, he doesn't want to. Provenza walks over to the window, pulling the string and bringing the light into the room.

"What the hell?" Andy flinches, groaning as he rolls to his other side, attempting to rid himself of the brightness filling the room.

"Get up. You've got a meeting." Provenza slides his hands into his pockets.

He moans again, lying flat on his back as he stares up at the ceiling fan, "The hell happened?"

"You know what happened...and I even understand it, but I'm just...I can't believe you actually did it, Flynn." Louie shakes his head, walking around and taking a seat in the chair set next to the dresser.

"I remember Liz undressing me last night...is that a thing that happened?"

"Yes, and I wasn't too thrilled about it either." He leans forward in his seat, watching his friend.

"Damn it." Flynn edges himself up the pillows, looking down to his boxers and undershirt, "Sharon's going to be pissed."

"She's not."

He looks over to his friend, "What?"

"She's worried off her ass. Not pissed. She expected it." Louie leans back in the chair, "I wasn't going to let you take that near Katie."

"Worse than before?"

"Depends on which time you're referring to from...before."

Andy sighs, "Do I have time for a shower before..."

Provenza nods, "Liz gave you one last night, but feel free."

"I feel violated." Flynn replies with a smirk.

"I feel violated having to drag your drunk ass off that beach. You smell. I'll...I'll find you something to wear." He rises from the chair, walking toward the door, "Get a damn shower."

"Louie?" Andy looks to his friend.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks." Flynn says quietly, watching the man leave before he slowly pulls himself out of bed. His head instantly begins to swim as he stalks toward the bathroom. He turns the water on, waiting for it to be nearly scalding hot before stepping under it. He lets the stream relax his tense muscles. Andy realizes as he stands there that he can barely remember anything from the day before and knows he probably doesn't want to.

Provenza opens the door quietly to the bathroom, "Towel is on the sink." He calls to him before returning to the bedroom and throwing some clothes on the bed. He laughs to himself, "He's going to hate these." Louie chuckles a bit harder before leaving the room.

Flynn runs his hands over his face, washing away the sleep. Tears form in his eyes. Andy can feel how angry at himself he is. He feels like punching something, a wall or a person, he isn't sure. He hates this. He hates the way this all makes him feel. Almost seventeen years dry. How could he ruin the pristine image of himself? How could he hurt his wife so much? What would his kids think of him? What about Chad Raydor? He was the young man's sponsor. He ruined it all. Andy lets the scalding hot water rain upon his face once more before turning it all off. Climbing out of the tub, he dries himself off and wraps the maroon towel around his waist. He steps into the bedroom, looking at the clothes laid out on the bed, "For fucks sake, Louie, couldn't give me something decent?"

Provenza laughs loudly from the living room, "My daughter's boyfriend left it last time they were here. I sure as hell wasn't giving you my clothes." He watches the baseball game on the television.

Andy sighs, pulling on the tan cargo shorts and t-shirt, then flip flops. He looks at himself in the mirror on top of the dresser. "It says 'I love Big Booty Hoes'. You really don't have another shirt?"

The other man sighs, standing and rolling his eyes, "You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" He walks toward his bedroom.

"I've heard." He walks out from the bedroom, looking around, "Where's Liz?"

"I'm right here." Liz calls from the kitchen. She walks to the doorway, smiling to him, "Hungry? I can make you something."

"Uh." Andy offers her a smile, "Yeah, alright. Got any coffee?"

"Smell the air. There's always coffee on here." She smiles, returning to the stove area, "Come in here. Have a seat."

He nods, doing as he's told. He sits in the breakfast nook, "This place is almost exactly how it was all those years ago. Still looks great though, Liz."

"Thank you." Liz nods, "Louie wants to buy some new things. All this holds memories though...all of it has meaning to me."

"Still have that basement?"

"Of course."

Andy nods, "Put this down there. Sharon buys everything new all the time. If she wants a new look to the living room, she buys all new furniture. I mean, she does it once a year or every two years. Sometimes less than that."

"Does she really?" Liz answers incredulously, "Why?"

"Because she's a bit indecisive and gets what she wants. She donates all the old stuff."

"Well, tell her to donate it here. I love the things she chooses."

Flynn smirks to her when the coffee is placed in front of him, "Thanks." He nods, "I could let her know that you were thinking about it. She has a great eye for decorating...for colors. She used to paint, I think that helps."

"What did she paint?" Liz pours herself a cup, sitting across from him.

"Watercolor. It helps her with the stress of the job, but she hasn't done it in a while. With Katie at her heels, she doesn't have much inspiration for it." He sighs, "I could take the kid out for ice cream or something, but knowing my wife, she'd spend the time straightening up and figuring out ways to go see Freya."

"Freya?"

"Eve's baby." Andy nods slowly.

Liz begins to grin, "How is she? Have a picture?"

"I...no. I haven't seen her since she was at the hospital." He couldn't bring himself to. He knew he wanted to spoil her and be there for her as a grandfather would, but he couldn't help but think of her birth and how it was the same day his son took his own life, "Sharon can't get enough of her though...expected."

She can see the hurt in his eyes. She tilts her head to the side, reaching a hand out and giving his a squeeze, "There will come a day where you realize that you can think of nothing but her instead of the other things." Liz stands, patting him on the arm as she walks past, "Louie, where are you with another shirt? This one is ridiculous and you aren't forcing him from this house wearing it."

"I'm coming." Provenza grumbles, carrying a navy shirt, as he walks toward the kitchen, "Here." He drapes it over his friend's shoulder.

"Can I keep this other one?" Flynn smirks, "I mean, it really shows my physique, not because of what it says or anything like that."

"You must want a death sentence." He pauses, then nods, "Feel free."

Andy grins, finishing his coffee, "Thank for the cup of Joe, Liz."

"Just work on getting better, Andy." Liz takes his hands, leaning up and kissing his cheek.

"Yeah." Flynn nods, standing and walking to the living room. He makes quick work of changing his shirt, then looks to Provenza, "Ready?"

Louie picks his arm up to look at his wristwatch, "Yeah, alright. You got a half hour before the thing starts."

"I like to be there early."

"For what?"

Andy pauses, looking to his friend, "The cookies and coffee."

Provenza's face softens a little with a smirk, "Yeah, alright." He walks out to the car with him, getting behind the driver's seat.

"Remember, it starts in a half hour, so maybe-" Flynn started, sitting in the passenger seat.

"We'll get there." Louie grumbled. The first few minutes are filled with silence, he turns on the stereo as Motown music rumbles through the speakers, "Flynn." He starts.

"Yeah?" Andy rolls down the window, watching the buildings as they pass.

"I don't want to think I'm getting sappy or anything like that."

"Alright." He reaches a hand up to his own cheek, feeling his stubble that had grown overnight.

"No matter what happens, no matter what dumb shit you pull, I'm here for you and I will always be here for you. You're a good friend. That's a commodity that isn't seen much anymore." Louie says, staring out the front window, "Just...don't screw this up for Sharon and the girls, alright? Rusty might be older, but him either. They've seen too much of it in their lives already. Just make sure I'm your first call...or your sponsor. One of us. Alright?" Provenza speaks from the heart, something he doesn't do often, but when he does he means it.

Flynn nods slowly, "Thanks for...for yesterday. Thanks for coming and everything." He swallows as they pull up in front of the place, "Really."

"Always." He mumbles, "Now hurry before you miss the coffee. I'll be here when you get out."

Andy smirks slightly, climbing from the car. He jogs down the stairs, under the church of his usual favorite meeting spot. These people look up to him. Most of them have for years. He's going to disappoint a room full of strangers. Climbing onto the stage as he usually does, "My name is Andy and I'm an alcoholic."