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The Roof, Saturday Evening

It was storming (but just in this one area for the ~aesthetic~) which fit Trevor's mood just fine. His mind was in turmoil and he needed his solitude out here in the rain where he couldn't bring harm to anyone else. Not again.

So he stood solemnly, soaked through as he looked out over the city like a statue. But, like, a statue that could feel. You know. That kind. How he was close enough to the actual city was a mystery, but that wasn't the sort of thing you questioned when you were a tortured, romantic 'hero'. If you just brooded hard enough, you could accomplish anything. Or nothing. Because brooding.

Either way, it was what he was doing.

[come brood with the shittiest Heathcliff ever!]

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"Oh my god, listen to this song," Sabine said, appearing next to him to offer him one half of her headphones. "It'll change your life, I swear."

No, not a manic pixie girl! His one weakness!

"How can a song change anything?" he asked, shaking the rain off his face in a super artful way. The most artful way.

"Trust me. I know these things," she said, still holding out the earbud.

He looked at the earbud, on a precipice of something here. The music was probably building to a crescendo or something as he reached for it...

Only to be thwarted as he turned away again with a scowl. "It's not possible for someone like me."

So close, Sabine. So close.

A hard nut to crack! Her favorite type of boy!

"But you have so much to offer, if you just look inside yourself!"

"All that's inside is darkness and pain." Wow, that sure was a thing he said. That was some realistic dialogue there.

"It's always darkest before the dawn," Sabine said knowingly. "In your soul."

"How can you know these things?!" Trevor demanded, shouting like that was a normal thing to do here.

"Because I've secretly had a hard life, and I know things can get better," Sabine said, stepping in front of him, just in case he wanted that earbud. "Just like they can for you, if you let me help you."

He looked like he wanted to run away from her. Because happiness was just so foreign to him these days. "You? Had a hard life?"

"Of course," she said, looking away briefly. "But this isn't about me."

Never about her!

"You can have better, too."

"I don't know if I could ever be as free as you," he said, looking away so he could brood dramatically in the moonlight.

Wait. Hadn't it just been raining dramatically?

"I think you just don't have a reason," Sabine told him. "I can be your reason."

At least temporarily. It wasn't like she ever stayed in guy's lives or anything.

And then they would never be able to talk to each other after this weekend was over. There was that too.

"You... can?" How, how he wished this could be true. But then he'd brood after she moved onto another man to help loosen up and have fun with life again.

"I can," Sabine said, smiling mischievously. "Know what you need? A carefree run through some sprinklers."

...Despite how it'd been raining.

"Even in the rain?" Oh man, it was extra wacky in the rain.

"That just makes it better," Sabine said. Intriguingly.

"We could..." Oh, c'mon. Reel him in, Sabine. Reel him in!

"Come on!" Sabine said, grabbing his hand. "Life is fleeting! So is rain!"

And honestly, boho dresses didn't hold up that well in water!

But would their fun in the rain involve a montage to some sort of Snow Patrol song? That was the real question.

"Alright," he said, letting her pull him into a world of fun without asking her literally anything about herself.

Did Prompto have a reason for being up on the roof? Not really. He just sort of liked showing up random places to make a few comments and fling a few catch phrases and be there in case people needed something reacted to in the background. But here was there! And he was totally digging Trevor's whole vibe right now as he showed up.

"Whoa," he said, maybe sounding slightly more surfer-dude than normal, which wasn't really that different from his usual sound, but his eyes were wide for a moment before he nodded with approval and sent a pointed finger gun Trevor's way, "sweet brood, dude!"

Trevor artfully tossed his hair back off his face, having it fall perfectly into a style that didn't seem probable considering the rain that happened whenever it was remembered. "I'm not brooding, I'm just thinking about the pain of life."

Yeeeeeah.

Prompto had to chuckle good-naturedly at that. "Could have fooled me, bro!" he said happily, grinning over at him. "Mind if I come and 'not-brood' with you?"

Yeah, right. Prompto was emotionally incapable of brooding, even when it was not-brooding, because he absolutely lacked any of the sort of depth or substance that it would require.

He shrugged, again, oh so artfully. Like maybe he practiced it or something. It was a really good shrug that said 'I don't care because I'm just so jaded, if only there was someone out there who could just love me better'.

Which was tough to get across with just body language. So.

"It's a free roof."

"Oh, that's good!" Prompto chirped brightly. "It's be a real shame if they started charging admittance, am I right?" He bounced over a little closer to Trevor, going to give him a jaunty sort of nudge with his shoulder. "So what's got you not-brooding, buuuuuudddy? Wanna talk about it?"

Not that Prompto would be able to offer any advice or assistance on the matter, of course, but he could listen and spout off some empty, hollow words of cheerful encouragement!

"Life is full of doubt and pain, there isn't too much more to say than that," Trevor said, looking out at the city. The city that only brought him more of that pain.

What?

Just go with it.

"No one will ever truly understand me or what I've been through."

Prompto blinked and tried looking out at this apparent city in the narrative, wondering if maybe he just wasn't dark and broody enough to see it yet, but, hey, he could pretend! He nodded along emphatically with Trevor's words, his face a blank canvas of expression.

"Yeah," he said, "yeah, man. You said it, dude. Yeah, totally. I totally get it."

He didn't.

Like, at all.

But that didn't matter.

BE MORE BROODY TO SEE IT. GOD.

Trevor was okay with that, though. Because what brooding hero didn't want someone to just mindlessly agree with their dumb shit? "Maybe one day other people will see what you and I see."

Yeeeep.

"One day," Prompto agreed, offering a faint, encouraging smile, "maybe. But, hey! Look on the bright side. Until then, at least we've got each other, right, man?"

You know, even though they hardly ever talked to each other.

But they did have computer class together!

THEY HAD A BOND THAT TRANSCENDED WORDS.

"You're a real good friend, Prompto."

Who he'd never really talked to before now.

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