@outliiar / @melxnchcly
he’s loitering outside the community centre, waiting for the narcotics anonymous meeting to start, but he got here about twenty minutes too early and hates going inside before he absolutely has to.
a cigarette dangles from between his lips, patting his pockets for his lighter, but he comes up empty. fuck.
catching the guy passing by before he’s gone completely, sam calls out, “hey, buddy. you got a lighter?”











