( he's still physically fucked after everything, but who wouldn't be after getting swiss-cheesed lol. he doesn't go out much anymore, and smokes much more than he drinks. carlos (my fc) is hispanic & so is my billy, bc my queer indigenous ass spent too long alone w/ him. 🙂‍↕️🫶 )

( billy is, at this point, 20 & bi (as violently as he felt he needed to fight it). being stuck in the hospital post a multi-month coma w/ no choice other than Thinking, his behavior HAS improved & will continue to do so with the aid of his shitty (but safe) little studio he scored for silence. ) ↓

( goofy banter all the way to serious threads is welcome! virtually guaranteed nsfw content. sexually suggestive, drugs, alcohol, mental health, etc. fc is carlos v on insta. writer’s 26, he/they transmasc, disabled & anxious & audhd, but i AM friendly so pls don't hesitate to chat 🫶 ) ↓

the headache relief was temporary, but it WAS good. buffalo wing flavored chips, too.

nobody is allowed to say ANYTHING, ‘cause my headache is finally going away.

“. . . i see that.” he had absolutely no intent to be rude, but y’know—hard to respond right to the obvious. he looks down at the little bag again, nodding, “kinda, yeah. i’ve got real food, but having some snacks makes it last longer.”