pulling back only to remove the cigarette and ease out a soft laugh adjoining puffs of smoke that escaped his lungs . handling the nicotine with a telling practice .
“ no , no , not like that .. ”
a soft scoff of a laugh . bashful ⤳
at that, the brunet’s head tilts, deceit dancing in multi - colored hues as a sloppy, lopsided smile manages to break through usual stoicism —— a sight reserved 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 for the boy before him, wrapped in molasses - sweet ⤹
⤳ at a meager thought . the admission carries through another drag . a mild reprieve from the moment .
“ more like they reminded me of you . ”
head tilts , like he can hear tristan's teasing before it's even readied onto his ⤳
ㅤㅤa bit of relief at the others fold on the second reassurance
holding the umbrella over them both now
“ hey don't worry about it, need you healthy enough for the next race ”
always one to fold second time around . finally taking up the offer and accepting the jacket . immediately putting it on and hunkering into it .
muffling a happy “ thank you . ” from the zipped collar .
ㅤㅤbrows raise “ you'll get sick, you're soaked
besides it's not the only jacket I own trust me ” an offered smile graced his features.
“ don't worry about it just take it ”
a quick denial by shaking his head . sending a few stray droplets flying . hands raised to attempt to bar the offer against his own good .
“ no , I can't take that , I will get it all wet . ”
ㅤㅤ“ probably mate, lets hope you can still drive by next weekend if you don't catch some cold yeah ? . . . ah — here ”
he slipped his jacket off by juggling the umbrella between both hands for a moment before handing it to the other.
shivering a little as his hair drips , a small , thankful smile in return . already soaked to the bone but the relief is nice .
“ I thought I could outrun it ﹒﹒ but I think I am faster at driving . ”
ㅤㅤslightly awkward little shuffle over as he now holds the umbrella out a bit more to cover the both of them .
ㅤㅤ“ bad day to forget yours huh ” a slight half grin.
leaning heavily against a light pole just outside of a club . trying to breathe past the churn of his stomach and the buzz under his skin ﹒﹒ attempting to call for an uber before anyone notices he's gone .
⤳ no more than a simple hum . expression dimmed to tilt in and light the tobacco . testing puff wafting over steady hands .
smelling sweetly , american cigarettes dipped in sugar .
cigarette nearly drops in lieu of flashing tristan a smile . dentin gently pinching filter end so it does not end up on the ground . hand reaching to find tristan's wrists and guide the lighter higher .
“ I wouldn't be smoking . ” ⤳
tristan fishes a lighter from his own pocket before stepping in close, ﹠̲ shielding the flame from the inevitable breeze. then, with one flick of his thumb, he holds it out beneath davi’s cigarette, ⤹
sighing softly , cigarette carton striking at the swell of his palm . thumbing open the lid to careful pluck one out with teeth . feeling for his lighter ──────── 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 ﹒﹒