[ Hikaru might not be saying a thing, but the rest of him clearly was. That red ring was there again, around his eyes. The same red ring that had been there that afternoon.
Josh reaches for his pack of cigarettes at that, tugs a stick out, the slightest of tremor in his hands as his old Sunday school lessons come back to him, as if it was only yesterday that he and Cindy were sitting in the old, worn church that their mother would insist that they attend mass at every week. ]
I never liked that story, [ he murmurs quietly, taking a slow drag. He'd said at the beginning of everything, that he wouldn't pick up the habit. Looks like he was going to, after all. ]
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Josh reaches for his pack of cigarettes at that, tugs a stick out, the slightest of tremor in his hands as his old Sunday school lessons come back to him, as if it was only yesterday that he and Cindy were sitting in the old, worn church that their mother would insist that they attend mass at every week. ]
I never liked that story, [ he murmurs quietly, taking a slow drag. He'd said at the beginning of everything, that he wouldn't pick up the habit. Looks like he was going to, after all. ]