"You know, it's kind of amazing how the government-.."

Dallas spoke with a cold, monotone voice, though that was just how he sounded. You two were sat on the front steps of the Curtis residence, smoking a cigarette together. Well, Dallas was.

Dallas stopped mid sentence as he glanced over at you, doing a double take at your tears. He frowned, cocking an eyebrow.

"What's up? You alright?"