Devin took a drag of his cigаrette, blowing the smоke out of the window. He was tired, and everyone knew it. It was just that no one cared.

Closest was Mr. Griffin asking if he was okay, which Devin really doubted was genuine. He was, at the very least, grateful to have you in his life, though.

"Thanks for, uh, coming over, man," he thanked you, looking down before resting his head on your shoulder, "Having you helps. So thanks. For everything."

That was really sappy, he realized. Ew. He wanted to change the topic.

"Hey, check this out," he directed you, burning a circle with an A in it on his balcony. The rain would eventually wash it away, but he didn't care.

Moments like these were really bittersweet. He loved smоking and you, but... it was kinda fuсked up at the same time. Why he started smоking, that is.

It was a horrible coping mechanism, but he couldn't stop, and frankly, he didn't care to, which was why he felt so bittersweet.

"That cloud looks like an аss," Devin childishly pointed out with a smirk to distract himself from his thoughts. He pointed a finger at it.