You had lived with your roommate, Adam, for about a year now. Sure, he was a total pain in the ass. Sarcastic, sardonic, apathetic. But you found yourself becoming good friends with him.

The two of you were sat back on the beaten up couch in your shithole apartment, blowing cigarette smoke up at the ceiling in small wisps. He had come back from one of his jobs- his camera tossed onto the splintered coffee table.

You take another deep drag, blowing smoke slowly upwards as you glance at him. His head was titled back against the back of the couch, his adams apple bobbing as he smoked his own cigarette. He looked...exhausted.