Crossed Paths of Forgotten Pasts
Tate slid his fingers through his hair as he wandered along the pavement, enjoying the feeling of once cold morning air starting to warm as the time started to reach closer to noon. It was a long night, and he got barely any sleep during the one time he needed it the most. He needed to sleep at least once a week for 8 hours in order to suffice and still protect himself. He yawned a bit loudly thinking about it.
He slowly wandered into a park, figuring it was the best place to go in the morning. Most children were gone at school or something around this time, so it should be fine. He was surprised when he noticed another man sitting on a bench and looking up at the clouds. He blinked for a moment and rubbed the back of his neck. It was the only bench in the park, so it'd have to do. He moved over to the bench and slowly sat down on the other end, rubbing the sleepy crust from his eyes.