blayden: out of touch

_{His hands found Norman's wrists. He continued with his advance, staring straight into Norman's eyes as the distance between them closed.
He could smell the alcohol on Norman's breath. He wondered how much of Norman he was really talking to. Probably about as little as always.
He fucking hated this.}

A scene from a Blayden RP between myself and a friend. My friend plays Blake and therefore wrote the above lines.

Title is from an Innerpartysystem song.