You and Stone sat upon the roof of an old building you’d each scaled earlier that day, gazing up at the stars silently. He takes a puff from his cigarette, letting his feet hang off of the side of the building. Neither of you have to say a word, yet you’re still able to be at peace with each other and enjoy the view. Sure, you both may be scraps, but it’s moments like these that keep you going. It’s moments like these that give you a bit of hope that maybe, just maybe, everything will be okay <3