He looked sad - he isn't quite sure thats a word that can accurately describe how he felt. more a wash of hopeless, angry, and empty all at once...and sometimes like his head was trapped in a fishbowl, but it was probably all within the same vain anyway appearance wise so Rorke only nodded at the assessment and accepted the cigarette that had been offered with a quiet "Thanks". At least nicotine was something familiar and greatly missed. Maybe staying put wasn't such a terrible idea after all. It truly came down to the little things for him these days. "Rorke." He supplied biting his lip as if contemplating the time he hadn't bothered to really keep track of. "past week, i think." or close enough. The man had spent a few days in a half way house before finding a spot in the complex that appeared more like a retirement community a week though nearly two prior. It isn't somewhere his former self would've chosen, but who he was now preferred the quiet slower pace of the area. "Was locked up." He admitted, not that it was really any of this man's business, but as much as his social skills lacked he still knew people liked to ask questions and where he moved from would have probably followed anyway.
"Oh." Sonny pressed his lips to the cigarette, inhaling deep. He felt his muscles release, the stress of the day easing away. He inhaled again, and pulled the cigarette away from his lips, flicking the ash from it onto the grass. It smelled like old dead people, he thought. He didn't really want to ask why he was arrested , so he just sat, trying to enjoy his cigarette. A car's engine started up, and it idled on the street nearby. A very old Cadillac, though the color wasn't very much like the car. There was an old man in the front seat, and two very old women sat in the back, staring straight ahead and talking loudly to one another. Sonny smiled, sort of awkwardly with the corners of his mouth pointing downward; As the car chuffed down the street, they didn't stop to mind the two of them. "You totally nailed it moving to this place," he spoke up, He couldn't help but fidget with his sneakers, rubbing the ends together as he spoke, a nervous habit he had developed over the years. They were chaffed, . and a bit dirty. "It's easy to be invisible here." He spoke like he knew, the need and want to be nothing more than a ripple in someone's day. "Have you been into town?" Not that they were in the middle of nowhere, but there weren't many convenient stores in this isolated island of theirs. The surrounding forest and hills were rusty red and brown, with not much to break the monotony except for this smoky little lake and a shit-ton of pesty bugs, Sonny was still scratching away at a big bite on the side of his thumb.
