from here.
It takes the older man a moment to step ever closer; to lean against the wall much the same as the other a handful of inches between them. He doesn't answer anything right away. Let's a comfortable silence settle around them as he digs into a pocket for his pack of cigs. Plucking a stick free, Jack takes his time to light it. Hushed puff to get it started and then snaps the metal lighter shut before it and the pack is once more pocketed. "Hard to get sleep these days." Jack tips a head to the side with a knowing look as smoke gently curls from out of his opened mouth. "Busy mind?" The soldier adds as an after thought as those blue eyes are shifted to glance up at the skies above with a turn of his own head.
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