[He drops his arm, straightens and leans his hips against the rail. He'd lean on it, but it hurts too much to hold that position for long. At least his arm isn't shaking when he takes another drag.
He can see, hear, practically feel the judgment in her, and maybe it's not unnecessary, but that doesn't mean he much cares for it. Better to at least not see it.]
Sudden craving.
[It doesn't quite calm the nerves, Not like it used to when he was younger. For a moment, he's silent. Then he turns to lean back against the rail instead, so he can look at her. She's beautiful, and he's a mess. He knows that six years is practically nothing, but it doesn't feel that way, looking at her. He shakes his head eventually, raises the cigarette to his lips, then pitches the thing behind him, only half smoked. Waste has never been a particular concern of his.]
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He can see, hear, practically feel the judgment in her, and maybe it's not unnecessary, but that doesn't mean he much cares for it. Better to at least not see it.]
Sudden craving.
[It doesn't quite calm the nerves, Not like it used to when he was younger. For a moment, he's silent. Then he turns to lean back against the rail instead, so he can look at her. She's beautiful, and he's a mess. He knows that six years is practically nothing, but it doesn't feel that way, looking at her. He shakes his head eventually, raises the cigarette to his lips, then pitches the thing behind him, only half smoked. Waste has never been a particular concern of his.]