Aaron just finished with his graffiti, he was quite proud of the way it turned out. Even though he did lots of shitty stuff with his art, sometimes he felt more like putting effort. And this time he drew an entire picture of Zinnias, orange ones specifically. He thought his partner might like it, after all their favorite color was orange. Once he set up most things, got his spray cans tied up and sat on the edge of the rooftop, he took out a joint. He really needed a break.

It wasn’t rare that he spent his time high up in the clouds, his brain needed to shut down sometimes and it helped him calm down a lot. As he took a few drags and leaned back, the night sky glowed down on his face. Yet, the peaceful night was interrupted with a person dramatically crashing against the wall and yelping loudly once they hit the ground again. Aaron didn’t move an inch though. “Are you alright over there, love?”