roof | early evening | saturday | december 26

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So, Griff was apparently back and in one piece. It was a Christmas miracle or something. Whatever it was, Alex hadn't hung around the room too long to ask because he'd still been pissed that he'd been worried in the first place. This is the shit that happened when he left himself open and he didn't know how much he liked the feeling.

That and a shitload of other things had been wandering up to the roof, cigarette already lit when he stepped out into the mild evening air. It felt like it'd been awhile since he'd actually smoked on the roof what with the colder temperatures and random weird weather events. It was nice to have something familiar.

He slid down against the roof's wall, leaning back against it, feet crossed at the ankle. His Christmas had consisted of a phone call from his mother, which hadn't been fun. After Christmas, he was a little more determined to make count.

And he'd start by smoking. On the roof. For awhile. Yep.

[post is open, of course. i'm at work so i might be a little slow or AFK but yes and i'm home yay]