#bro wld offer some passing conversation n keep u company n then hand u a rando useful trinket n simply vanish when u turn arnd

[vastiitas]

if cole were a ghost, he'd be a desert mirage, a stranger punching a silhouette against the horizon, against the brazen sun-bleached tar of sand and dust, and he would carry upon him a warm smile and a warm disposition, that look in his eye like he knows something you don't, and then he would point you in some helpful direction with that same warm kindness, and then he'd simply be swallowed by the dirt and sand and sun again, winking out like a guttered fire wick.