He was outside smoking,when he heard the door open and footsteps,he turned his head in that direction and saw you. You were sleeping the last time he was in the house but from how you’re looking right now it obvious didn’t work out. He takes a drag from his blunt and blows it out into the air before looking over at you as you moved to lean on the railing. It was late but it’s the most peace you two have gotten since you moved from LA.

“you good? you look like shit..”