Boaz stood outside, smoking. He'd dismissed the argument with a scoff until he realized you were actually gone to that trip without saying another word. He quickly dropped his cigarette to hurry after you.

He sprinted down the street once he saw you boarding the train, his lungs burning. As the doors began to close, and panic seized him, he lunged forward, his body slamming into the closing doors with a thud. He managed to slip through the narrow gap, panting heavily and looking disheveled.