<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dara Kurova<br/><strong>Content:</strong>-<br/><hr/>“I think they call it co-dependence,” He offered, setting the sandwich down. Whatever she may have thought about his reasoning for asking, why ever she felt like she was being jerked around, the truth couldn't have been further away. “You need a way to get away from everything, and I need someone to give me a spark that keeps it all from coming crashing in on me.” He shrugged a little and tossed his gaze out over the water that she was so focused on watching. “I think that means we're dating or something. American's are so strange though, so I don't know if we can trust that.” He chuckled, half heartedly.<br/><br/>“Now don't get me wrong Dara,” He offered up, despite the fact that he was essentially just shooting himself in the foot here, “But replacing one substance with something else isn't really better. I get it, but is it really helping anything?” From his perspective it was a lot like saying you didn't want to do speed anymore, but cocaine was an acceptable alternative. “Not that I have any room to judge.” He mused, and then promptly flopped back onto the blanket and stared once more into the sky.<br/><br/>He liked it better when he was in the water, that gave him a nice contrasting feeling that was pleasing. This was boring. His fingers twitched at his sides.<br/><br/>“Look at you,” He murmured, absently. Miles didn't like to spend a lot of time in a thinking mind. It wasn't any fun. That didn't mean that he couldn't do it. A lot of people mistook the fact that he preferred to goof around and not deal with things as a lack of ability to deal with them. “I'd like to think you're pretty reliable. If I needed you, you'd come, wouldn't you? I know that you feel bad about the way things turned out for you... If you didn't you wouldn't need to drink, you wouldn't need me. And I mean, Dara,” He turned his head and smirked, eying her up and down from the back side, “Nothing about you is repulsive. Not physically, not emotionally, and certainly not mentally.” He twisted his neck so he was staring up again.<br/><br/>“We're all just humans. These things... About us? They don't make us not human. We're not better then they are, and they certainly aren't lesser then us. It's our choices. Take me for an example... I'm a terrible person by anyones perspective. I ruin lives, destroy the environment, and steal things valuable and precious to other people for the hell of it. I don't believe in the law, and I have absolutely no respect for authority. God I'm everything that you hate,” He laughed softly, “Especially if you think that I'm a drug!” He audibly groaned as he connected that little bit in his head.<br/><br/>“I get it though, I really do. Needing to just get away from it all. I, obviously, don't know why you need to, and I'm sure it's not for the same reasons, but I know exactly what you feel. I know that need, that burn in your belly. You don't need to explain yourself to anyone, Dara, not a single person and certainly not me. If this was a bad idea, I can take you back to the band, I just thought...” He trailed off and shook his head, “Clearly nothing very well through. It wasn't my intent to add this here, if this was you away from it.”