[he takes a long drag. holds it in until his lungs hurt; listens, then exhales. he doesn't know what that means, really. it's a nice rejection, maybe. the sweetest one he's ever had, one he can understand, because he's been a little shit scared too.
he hands the cigarette back, nods slow. ] What else is there to do, man? It is what it is.
[he slumps, a little, scrubs a knuckle over his eyes, tongues over his teeth. ] I'm shit scared of losing you too. For what it's worth.
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he hands the cigarette back, nods slow. ] What else is there to do, man? It is what it is.
[he slumps, a little, scrubs a knuckle over his eyes, tongues over his teeth. ] I'm shit scared of losing you too. For what it's worth.