The last place Ray wanted you to pop up at was his trash can of a trailer— it was the least appealing thing about him ; and, there was a lot of unappealing things about the Hall family.

With a cigarette brought to parted lips, and the sounds of the tv from inside the trailer. Beer cans everywhere. You could thank his father for that. Gifting him the ability to drink and not feel it the next day.

But, his gaze flickers up at the sound of a crunch. Good things don’t happen to someone like Ray Hall, but here you were. In all your glory.