Brody knew he was increasingly bad company. He was surly and grew enraged over little things. A lot of the time he felt like there was nothing to look forward to anymore. No drinking. No pills. He tried his best to keep his temper in check around Sam and Angel, but he wasn’t always successful. She’d been through enough shit—that was plain. It wasn’t her fault that he’d gotten himself addicted to pretty much anything that came along, so it shouldn’t be her problem that he needed to get off everything either. His patience dwindled the sicker that he felt. Today was by far the worst day yet. He’d spent an hour in the bathroom, his stomach unwilling to accept the glass of milk he’d drunk when he woke up sometime during the night. He gave Angel a lot of credit. She was a tolerant woman, but she also could hold her own in an argument and she wasn’t budging on the “no booze, no drugs” thing. Brody knew Sam felt the same way, but Sam had to go to work.
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