[ Where your boy has gone happens to be the balcony. He's curled up on his favorite chair, smoking through yet another cigarette, staring off towards the skyline broken by the trees of the forest.
He had been quiet in the hours before this one, propelling himself through the ride back home and all the little things that came with winding down for the night without much of a word. It had, as well, been instinctive on his part to shy away from the affection you gave him - which subsequently made him feel even shittier than he already did after the fact. But he's unsettled in his own skin right now, sick of being who he is, and he can't quite stop thinking back to how everything went down while you, him and Mae were at the dance tent, at the beach.
Glancing up once he catches your scent and the sound of you on the way to him, but turning away almost immediately. He'll just... take another drag now. ]
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He had been quiet in the hours before this one, propelling himself through the ride back home and all the little things that came with winding down for the night without much of a word. It had, as well, been instinctive on his part to shy away from the affection you gave him - which subsequently made him feel even shittier than he already did after the fact. But he's unsettled in his own skin right now, sick of being who he is, and he can't quite stop thinking back to how everything went down while you, him and Mae were at the dance tent, at the beach.
Glancing up once he catches your scent and the sound of you on the way to him, but turning away almost immediately. He'll just... take another drag now. ]