Apr 25, 2024
closed for @juvinile. / exterior, night, one lit cigarette between will's teeth, ash dripping in intervals onto the pavement.
he hears caleb's approach and does a half turn. wordlessly reaches into his pocket, pulls out the pack, holds it out one handed. he's pleasantly buzzed. on the wrong drugs to be his usual brand of abrasive - it isn't that will doesn't oft exist quietly, but this quiet carries a softness half foreign to him now. it was him, once, perhaps, but difficult to remember when and how and why.