[It takes a true friend (or an unfortunate career choice) to clean up someone else's vomit. Cam attempted to help in his drunken way, but ends up spending most of the time just groaning with his head in his hands.
The boy speaks, and Cam wearily raises his head, making eye contact.]
...I don't remember. [Were they talking before?] Who are you?
[And they've come full circle. At least Cam is a little more coherent than before.]
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The boy speaks, and Cam wearily raises his head, making eye contact.]
...I don't remember. [Were they talking before?] Who are you?
[And they've come full circle. At least Cam is a little more coherent than before.]