His fingers trip down the scale, white on white, skating octave after octave until Ryan's trembling beneath him. Brendon stops before the keys shatter, before the shards cut any deeper, and waits for Ryan to push him off.

And waits.

Holy shit. I fucking love you. This... this is brilliant. You are brilliant, and k, now I remember why I wanted to write drugabuse!Walkie in the first place. Which is kinda twisted, because my view on drugs tends to be negative, and hence my fic is more geared towards the hell that is addiction, etc. Too many relatives and stories about relatives who lost everything. But... god, this is amazing. Never stop writing bb. <3