Through the Screen novel Chapter 67

why don't you make your insecure little self capable enough for me?

the statement in itself is enough to scatter the irrationality in noah's mind, the lack of coherence boosted solely from each splash of burning alcohol down his empty stomach.

pj is glancing at him worriedly, his fingers curling around noah's bicep as if it will stop him from drinking, and he watches as noah shakes his head harshly as he finishes yet another serving of scotch.

"noah," pj murmurs softly, and noah only looks over to him dismissively, raising his eyebrows as the bright blue of his eyes slowly dissolves into a midnight cobalt, and pj sighs before continuing. "what the hell happened? why are you drinking again, it's not good for you,"

"tell me something new pj," noah is uninterested in the growing concern behind pj's jade irises, and he watches as pj furrows his eyebrows further and licks his pink lips.

"would you at least tell me what happened?" pj pushes, not wanting to make noah feel uncomfortable but still wanting to provide at least a little solace to the pale boy who's hands are shaking as he grips another glass, his long fingers outstretched around the girth of the transparent material.

"how does it matter anyway? he's probably sleeping with his stupid fucking friend," noah seethes, letting the bitterness travel down his throat as he places the glass back on the table, running a fidgety hand through his hair and making the black strands stray off his forehead into a messy quiff.

"i'm sure he's not, maybe he is just as sad as you are—"

"i'm not sad," noah raises his voice a little. "and neither is he, he can never possibly be sad when he's with his boyfriend,"

"how are you so sure that he's cheating on you?" pj ponders out loud, and he bites his lip as noah grabs a fistful of his own hair.

"don't you get it? i call my fucking husband at seven in the morning and another man answers his phone. i call him at three in the fucking night and he's wasted as hell with another guy, what does this possibly mean? he doesn't have to time to call me and maybe ask how our only child is doing but he has all time to go and dick around with that asshole," noah's breathing is harsh when he finishes speaking, a lump of hopelessness settling in his throat and pj only watches him morosely, rubbing his hand along noah's arm to calm him down.