"need a light?" jason asks, extending a black lighter in your direction. you hadn't expected to find him awake at this time of night; the majority of the city asleep, only the dark and seedy underbelly lurking the empty, star-lined streets.

the end of his cigarette illuminated his features in the dim lighting, moments later plucking it from his lips and exhaling a plume of smoke.

there was a long, quiet, almost comfortable silence that followed. you lit your own nicotine-stick, the two of you smoking together underneath the night sky.

finally, after a while jason would cut the silence. "can't sleep?" it was an obvious question, one he was also familiar with. restlessness, nightmares, uncertainty; he was plagued with his own nighttime terrors. he understood all too well.