He's idly scratching the back of his head after crashing from a month-long bender. . .
“Hm..? Did I wake up in another fucking timeline or something..?”
Asking himself audibly.
“Once upon a time, there was a boogeyman that kids claimed haunted them...
... Those same kids grew up and learned that the true horrors belonged to their abusers, who had soon perished upon each sighting.”
@Hetairaisms “Well, I'm a man of many tastes...”
His cold glare met hers while ashing his cigarette.
“I don't care what you offer, what you're good in, I just want a good night for however long it takes me to be happy with what I got.”
“Well... At least you are alive, regardless of your biblical second-awakening.”
Raise both hands, he rubbed her shoulders.
“Want me to pour you some Jack..?”
"alive again." She corrected. "I wasn't for a small while, but it didn't stick."
She gave a shrug in reply.
"Honestly? I just feel a bit...numb. Everything feels numb."
Going through his duffel bag in search for his fun bag of narcotics, he happened to stumble upon a shirt with a red stain on the collar... A familiar lip print that brought the smallest smile on his scarred and pale face.
“Well... still alive, ain't ya? You've been doing so well all this time... Though, I bet that being hugged like this must help here and there, at least.”
Smoke softly muttered with his hand rubbing up and down her back.
“Nothing, I'm afraid... Just focus on staying comfortable for now... You're safe.”
He says softly with a soft smooch being pressed to the top of Hazel's head.
He continued to gently rub her back with a soft sigh leaving his nostrils after her question.
“I had to disappear for a while... Had some... 'complications' that I needed to take care of...”
“Quite jumpy, huh?”
He felt the jolt in her body when she had flinched and started to gently rub her back to ease her nerves.
“It's okay... I'm sorry for startling you.”
Hazel flinched, and was about to swing on him. She has a death experience that has left him paranoidly jumpy.
When she realized it was him, she calmed down a bit. "Oh, hey."
He didn't expect to be pulled into such a position, and the clear shock on his face shows it... But he doesn't fight it.
Instead, he calmly rests his head on his mo—
Mistress's busts.
First comfort he's felt in over a decade...