--(the ages go against canon ages, sorry about that)

as the early evening turned into the dark midnight, Dave and Jack started to head back to their motel.

the two men held hands on their way, getting stuck in a crowded area for a bit, before finally reaching their room. Jack had the keys and opened the door, and both of the colored men walked into their room, which had only one bed. Why? Probably Dave's doing, either to save money or to cuddle with Jack.

but enough of that. Dave plopped down on the bed, stretching a bit. He watched as Jack went into the bathroom to wash his make up off, and now, Dave was left with his thoughts.

Dave just... thought of Jack - how his breath smelled, how it smelled all the time since he was... well, a smoker. He was sometimes worried about Jack's smoking problem, because Jack coughs alot when he runs or jumps or does anything that could tire someone out. He was scared that Jack wouldn't live as long as him or more, and... If he had a wish, he'd either wish for a kebab, or for Jack to live longer with him.