he glances over quietly as riverβs eyes linger, then looks away, tapping ash from his cigarette with a slow, absent flick.
β goodβs a hell of a mask β¦ yeah. β
eyes from the Brit would travel down to the strangerβs lips β though barely a noticeable smile , it still brought /some/ comfort to River .
Head would soon shake slowly , eyes fluttering as he felt swarmed with emotion .
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he pauses when river introduces himself, the faint tired halfβsmile returning.
β remi. nice to meet you, river. β
remi leans his head back against the wall, eyes halfβlidded, a bit softer now.
ash falls from his cig as he flicks it absently.
β .. donβt know what to tell you, though. most days i just try not to think about it too hard. β
he glances over, a faint, worn out halfβsmile.
β you good? β
remi takes a long pull from his cig, eyes narrowing as he watches the smoke twist up between them. the question about fixing shit and making it worse already left a πππ πππππ.
Remiβs words were some that would stick to River for as long as he remained in this town β listening to the way he described such a feeling was almost stomach-churning , he knew it all too well already .
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he lets out a low, humorless laugh that sounds more like a cough.
β yeah β¦ i know that one too. β
β think youβre doinβ what you gotta do β¦ and it just ends up dragginβ everything else down with it. β
his stomach twists hard at the question, a sour little flip that makes him want to scratch at his own skin. he hides it behind a slow drag, eyes flicking away for a beat.
River delivered an annoyed eye-roll , pulling the now lit cig to his mouth where heβd just let it hangβ¦ surely thatβll make it even harder to understand him .
" hehβ piss off . Only got to last till end of summa' . "
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β yeah, tourist. i know the feeling. this townβs got a way of crawlinβ under your skin and stayinβ there. like ππππ . β
he lets out a dry, raspy chuckle, smoke slipping through his teeth.