((NOT MY PROMPT. INSPIRATION FROM AO3 ONESHOT BY abiiors PLEASE GO READ))

The gentle kiss of the summer breeze on your spine felt like a warm welcome from the daze it pulled you out of as you sat on the balcony of yours and Andrew’s shared Irish countryside house.

You never were one to indulge in things like weed. But sometimes you deserved a treat. And so did Andrew. So, here you both were, sitting on the balcony, a horribly rolled blunt in between your fingers as you took a deep inhale, holding the smoke in your lungs as you passed it to Andrew.

You had no idea what time it was, all you knew was that it was late. But that didn’t matter.

Your’s and Andrew’s thighs were touching. The closeness was something you were familiar with. And it brought you a sense of comfort you always welcomed. The silence of the late night being periodically broken up by your breaths and the crickets outside was interrupted by Andrew, his raspy voice from smoking the harsh plant coming out as quiet as possible,

“Do you think… do you think there are other versions of us on different planets?”