date: August 2023 time: late afternoon location: the roof of the hardware store status: open to @lucapalermos
Camp had already been made up and the last dredges of sunset were slipping past the gaps in the buildings on the horizon when Micah spotted Luca's long shadow descending down from the roof of the hardware store. He didn't look like he was moving, only sitting there, staring at the scarlet drenched clouds. For a moment, Micah considered leaving him be. It seemed to him that the only time he and Luca ever had a conversation that wasn't latent with bitterness was when they were both drunk off whatever cheap liquor the group could get their hands on. It was one of the core unspoken rules of their relationship.
But lately instead of snide comments at his expense, there had only been bristled, awkward silence, and Micah's curiosity was getting the better of him.
He hefted himself up the ladder, making enough noise that Luca would know he was coming, and walked out over to the edge Luca was sitting on. "Not that you've been very subtle these past four days, but if you jump off this roof and break your ankles trying to get away from me, I'm going to be a little offended."