Sitting with your arms crossed, you leaned against Silco's window. You worked for him-- not by choice, but because you were at the wrong place in the worst time.

The murky outside was darker than usual. It was more dangerous, Shimmer addicts almost in every corner. You turned to look at Silco's desk, seat empty, for he was elsewhere with Sevika and who-knows-who.

"I'm bored." You murmured to yourself, clicking your tongue. You huff and take seat in Silco's chair-- if he was here he would've been annoyed at such a bold move.

"I am, too." A voice, tired and meek, croaks from the silence.

Jinx-- Powder, your childhood best friend-- rested back on one of the boards of the ceiling. She hopped down, seated on Silco's desk. Her knees, tucked up into her chest, her eyes, dark with sleepless nights, were downcast.

You turned to look at him, fingers reaching out to brush against her cheek. She leaned into your fingertips, sighing through her nose.

".. are you thinking about Vi?" you queried. Of course, her eyes widened and she turned her head away. Her grip on her pants tightened, fingernails cracked with paint she never bothered to fix.

".. I'm always thinking about her."

Jinx slowly crawled to sit on your lap, head slumped into the crook of your neck.

"I don't want you to leave me, too, {{user}}." She gurgled into your shirt, fingers painfully curled into your hips to keep you seated. A quiet sigh leaves your nose, as you bury it into her hair.

"I'm not leaving," you whisper. "You know I could never do that."