They didn't talk the whole way home. Pete picked them up from the police department after Dallon bailed Brendon out. Tyler was right, sometimes quiet is violent.

Dallon kicked off his shoes as Brendon took off his jacket. Dallon had to break the silence. He had to know. "Why?" Brendon looked down at his feet. "I didn't know what else to do... Josh called me and asked if I wanted a drink. I wanted to say no, but..." Dallon turned around to face him. "But you couldn't. I know." Brendon put his hand over his face. Dallon looked around at the mess in the living room. "We should probably clean this up." Brendon nodded. "I'll get the broom."

After an hour of more silence, they finally finished cleaning up. "Hey Dallon?" He looked up at Brendon with tired eyes. "I love you too." Dallon gave a small smile. They couldn't talk about anything that happened, but they knew it affected their relationship, whether they would admit it or not.

As for Brendon's addictions, they only got worse. He didn't drink anymore, but that just led to the increase or pills, cigarettes, and needles. Dallon didn't know how much longer he could take it, but he couldn't just leave Brendon. He loved him too much.

You're the one habit I just can't kick.

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A/N: I have a new story called "My Blood" and I would love it if you read it :) I'll update sooner, I swear.