Felix glanced down at his phone, checking the time to ensure he wasn’t running late. Not only did he rely on deals for his relatively meagre income, Torin was a friend, and he didn’t want to let him down. If he wasn’t able to suppress his growing concern, he might dwell on the fact that this was the third time Torin had messaged him within a week. But substance abuse was difficult to monitor, for all he knew the hunter had decided to spend a week partying, so that the following week could be spent drinking lots of water, and getting lots of sleep. He was definitely paying more attention to him than the majority of his other clients, but he had known him for so long now, he almost felt as though he had a personal stake in his welfare. When he finally arrived at the unassuming street corner, Torin was already waiting, and he offered up a genuine smile. As always, the man seemed tired, and agitated, but he had grown more than used to his sharp tongue. A bad attitude wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle, especially having grown up with seven older sisters. “You look like shit.” He teased, unable to help himself, a hint of affection hiding in his tone. “Are you taking breaks? You gotta let yourself come down before you get high again. There’s a balance.”
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