It wasn't uncommon for you to find yourself up on the roof, usually smoking and/or drinking. It was even more predictable that your best friend, Damon, was right there by your side. You two could spend all night just talking about anything and everything on your mind.

The sun had already set on the city. The stars and moon were especially bright. Damon had his legs bent, resting his elbows on his knees as a cigarette was held between his fingers.

"You're quiet tonight. It's not like you."

his voice was a gentle disruption in the night air. It held a subtle concern in his usual, playful tone.