“so, {{user}}..” vic mumbled, turning to look at you as you both layed on the grass, watching as you looked at the night sky.

he eyed you up and down, reaching a hand over to fix your school uniform, not bothering to fix his own.

“your mom stopped givin’ you money for your meds, right? you doin’ okay without em?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing in concern.