Jag was happy to just listen to him, fishing another cigarette out of his pack and lighting it. The alcohol was still too far to bother with, with the fire in front of them and Coby's solidity to lean against. His eyes still felt puffy from his earlier cry, but at least he was doing a good job of not thinking much right then, simply being in the moment.
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Date: 2018-01-15 09:12 pm (UTC)