It's not the fucking same.

We all are, if it makes you feel better. Some of us are just better at hiding it. 

Possibly.

Well have you? 

Anywhere You Want || para || Tony & Effy

Walking through Bristol had never seemed as painstaking as it did on this night, as the cold nipped at Tony's featured and sent rabid chills down his spine. It likely didn't help that the young man's sweatpants didn't provide much warmth, but it was all he could put on without help, and asking for such would have sent both of his parents into a fit on why he'd be dressing up anyway. Tony felt hopeless, to say the least. Trapped in his own home most of the time, he was forced to wallow in the numbness that'd swallowed his life. Times like these when Effy brought him out of the house, even if it was in the early morning hours, were all the eighteen year old had to look forward to. And Tony couldn't have felt more pitiful about it.

He wasn't entirely positive on why he'd chosen to get food out of all things, but it sounded like something that he would normally do. All Tony wanted was to be normal; to get high with his friends and rub it in their faces how idealistic his life seemed. But he didn't know where any of his friends were at this point. The majority of them had stopped coming by late into his recovery, and it was a concept that Tony couldn't fathom. How was he supposed to return to his old self when none of the components of that were willing to stick around? Effy was the only one Tony really had at this point. She'd been the last one with him before the accident, and the last one there afterwards. It only made sense. Or at least more sense than anything else did.

Even eating had become quite the task for Tony, though. But he was hungry, needless to say, and going out in the cold was better than being at home. He was just hoping to keep himself together at this point, seeing how there was nobody to hold him back if he lost himself again, out of frustration.

They all say I've gone mental, though. So I don't think they know me.

Yeah, I mean no.. I mean — well not personally.

Everyone sort of knows you though.

I... have gone mental.

Just that you’ve gone mental. 

What are they saying, then?

I don’t think they’ve stopped.

Food?

Let’s go somewhere, then. Not Maxxie’s. Anywhere you want.

Yeah -- I remember that. People still talk about me, then?

No, you haven’t but I knew that already. You’re kinda like, well-known.

I don't know. Not at Maxxie's.

Where do you want to be?

Oh. Right. [clears his throat]

Um, I'm Tony -- did I tell you that already?

If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t have asked.

Do you know me?

Okay. Um. Should I be at Maxxie's?

I told them you were at Maxxie’s.

Fucking horrible.

But you don't care -- you?

Not really, but we’ve chatted for a bit. 

So, uh, how are things?

Hey -- are mum and dad still looking for me?

Hey, Tone.

Oh, okay. Are you friends with her, then?

Oh, you don’t know me. I’m Mini. McGuinness. I go to college with your sister.

Um-- who are you?

Hi.