#everyone meet emmerson! aka dead probie (sorry pal)

[setmeatopthepyre]

Abandon

[@118dailydrabble day 3] [part of my tommy begins snippets]

[follows closely after this]

Tommy finds him on the roof, cigarette in his mouth, shaking hands trying to work the lighter. “You abandoning us already, probie?”

Fuck. Too dark.

“No one teach you not to play with fire?” he tries again, offers a smile.

Emmerson lowers the lighter, cigarette still dangling from his lip, mumbles, “After that? I think I'm allowed one bad habit.”

Tommy can only watch him fumble with the lighter for so long. He motions for him to hand it over, lights his cigarette for him, keeps his hands steady.

Emmerson exhales his thanks. Is silent a moment. Asks, “How do you ... deal?”

Tommy steals the cigarette from his lips, takes a long drag. Exhales. Shrugs.

“Bad habits.”