^{@lil-miss-romano}

^{“  hm ?  “} 

^{he takes a deeper drag of his cigarette,  hoping it’ll lessen the stresses that curl the subtle tension further in his back,  his shoulders,  everywhere.   he opens his eyes and she is a small dot at the corner of his vision.   in the back of his mind jet’s voice chimes in not expose her to his bad smoking habits too much.} 

^{too late for that.}

^{“  it’s nothing.   “    it really is nothing.  their arguments always end up swept under the rug after he’s gone for a while and jet’s ban from coming back into the ship turns null.    “  shouldn’t you be back inside ?  “}