A/N: this happens right after Harlee wins the upper hand in his office . It's a bit convoluted but I think it can pass :)
After she left, he tossed in bed half the night. How many times has he told himself not to toy with his vices when stakes were too high? But he again faltered.
Yesterday was a terrible day. Reality finally hit him. After work, he roamed the streets until he got to the docks. Dry spiders of algae lay strewn on the sand. Their smell was...specific but familiar. Like a harshly disciplined child he waited for the storm to subside until his hair turned dusty and lips turned blue then white.
As always, waves offered sweetness and death underneath. He bitterly smiled.
He spit his last mouthful out, amber liquid hitting the light. Two yellow eyes staked him out in the darkness, their stray owner sensing an equally stray heart. Stahl had shoved it so far down that he forgot of it's very existence.
Finally tired, he got up and made his way home. The jolts on the train made him nauseous. Overhead, synthetic white light burned his eyes.
Walking up to his building, he noticed his window was yellow. Jesus, Harlee, not now, he grimaced.
For ten minutes he paced by the fence. He still had resolve. He tossed his jacket over his shoulder and went up.