Randy hadn't faced so many consecutive sober days for this long, in a long, long time. He couldn't take the constant banter and bullshit that flew in the house between one person and another. He was annoyed and overwhelmed and persistently pissed by the low level of interactions that occurred around him.
He craved genuine connection, something real, substantial and lasting. Preferably with a man. At the same time there were lines that he could not cross with those he was forced to be with all day, every waking moment. Although he'd hoped to find someone to hold onto during this process, he knew he could not.
He was there for himself. There to repair and recover from the damage he had done to himself, single handed.
Adam and Nathan were consumed with themselves, and any hope of real connection with either was clearly off limits.
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