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Gab looked up to see who was getting into the car, but when he saw that it was Trace he melted back into his original zoned out state. He was tired and hungry, chilly and just done. He wanted to be able to pass out but his hormones where still raging from the performance. The boy took the Cigarette from Trace without a word and held it between his lips as he light the tip with a Forrest green cheep plastic lighter. On the lighter in white was printed 'Nagasaki Inc.' It was the company that owned the building Kimi worked in.
Gab puffed on his cigg and kept his eyes cast downward. He was hoping to keep up his protective walls all the while Trace was around until he left again. Because it was clear to Gab, he would leave again, and this time it would be worse.

As soon as Gab took a cig, Trace slipped one out himself, lighting it up with his favorite lighter. The background was a dimmed black and in the middle were two guitars as cross bones and a skull hovering over it. He exhaled the smoke slowly so that it swirled around a bit before dispersing rather than making a gross cloud of it. He smiled at the spice flavor the stick had before glancing back at Gab."Hey, um..I know you don't wanna talk to me but I feel like I need to explain myself after leaving you guys the way I did. But I don't wanna talk about it unless you're willing to hear my side of it. So I guess whenever you're ready to man up about the whole situation we can talk. Until then," I tossed the pack in the backseat for him. "I don't like that you do, but I'd be a hypocrite if I told you not to."

My eyes widened at the reason for Demmy to be in the hospital. "Why'd they release you so early? I mean you went into surgery. That's gotta be an overnight stay, doesn't it?" I completely ignored him asking me how I was, cause with this news, there's no way anything about me mattered anymore. As long as Demmy was okay, so was I.

Kimi shook her head and kept her hand out, not taking no for an answer.
"No really hun, Under my insurance plan he's got full coverage, I need the bill to sent in though. But if you really want to pay for something, You can cover a coffee for me."
She winked and took another sip of her water. Kim rolled her shoulder and put a hand up to it. Her left shoulder hand gotten out of wake some how and she's need to have it looked at soon. The idea of going to the doctor made her anxious though.

"You should have called... you where gone way longer than three days."
Gab kept his eyes down cast. He shivered, but didn't move to change anything about his environment. Slowly he opened the door and stopped his half smoked cigg onto the cement before closing the door and flopping over onto the seat. He was cold, and sleepy, and hungry... but he was always hungry.

Gab looked down at Trace, his own face was cold and unmoved. He'd seen so many breakdowns, so much drama, that these things didn't affect him so much any more. Not that he didn't care at all, he did.
"Two months... You couldn't ask to use some body's cell? I was sure you had died... You died to me. And now you come back and expect me to just get over it... No."
He crossed his arms and blinked as he looked down at the man. Trace had been his father figure, he was the only one he ever had... and he kind of sucked at it.

Gab watched as Trace walked away. He didn't say a word, but slammed the car door closed and laid down on the back seat folding his arms around his torso as he did. He sniffled and closed his eyes. The young man didn't know how to act in the face of adversity. He knew he was being selfish, but he didn't want to tear down the wall he had build around himself for fear of being hurt again. He soon fell asleep curled up in Kim's car. Where he would stay for some time.

"Oh," was Tess' only response. He obviously didn't want to talk, and if he did it sure as hell didn't seem like it. With her head still on his shoulder, she moved closer so she was pressed up against him, keeping her hands away from where his scar would be. Tess sighed, this just doesn't feel right. it wasn't that it was uncomfortable, cause god knows it was. But...it felt off. Like something was missing. That being with him wasn't fulfilling enough...and I hated it. "We gotta talk, Dem," she prayed he'd start the conversation off. Her words would only be a jumble of emotions thrown together into a what would've been known as a sentence.

[Sorry for the random change of third person, thought it'd be better so this way it doesn't confuse people even though it's a pain to write in.]

She didn't say anything at first. "I did, but it's fine," but it wasn't, it never was and from the looks of it, it never will be. Tess stood up from the cold sidewalk and began to walk in the opposite direction towards Kimi's car. There she could be alone. There she could pretend everything was okay. And there she could pretend she wasn't about to go into another episode. He doesn't care. He never cared, and he never will, Tess. So why are you even bothering anymore? She could feel her eyes tear up, as she walked into the parking garage. Looking up from the ground for a moment, she saw a figure approaching her a few meters ahead of her. She could barely make out a few features and the lack of a t-shirt, knowing almost instantly that it was Trace.

As he reached the entrance, there Tess was. By the expression on her face, something was up. He quickened his pace till he reached her. She practically collapsed into his arms crying hysterically. Carefully, he set her down on the ground but kept her in his arms. "Shhhhhh, it's okay Tess. Everything's gonna be okay," but it didn't help. Her cries made everything seem like a whisper, bouncing off the cars to only heighten it's sound. He pressed her face against his chest, trying to quiet her down even if it was just a little. "Tell me what's wrong, hun. I'm here for you, I always will be...and you won't have to worry about me leaving again. I promise I won't. I'll always be here for you whenever you need me." A few minutes passed by till her sobs were almost silent.
"I can't do this anymore. This whole...letting myself love someone. I always get hurt, even if they don't mean me to. I can't..I can't.." Her cries picked back up drowning out the last of her sentence.
"Shhhhhh..," he tried hushing her, but it wasn't working as well as it used to. So, Trace lifted her up into a cradling position, and walked back to the dorms. Once inside the dorm Kimi and Tess shared, he walked straight to her room and sat her in bed. Now that she had calmed down, he helped her undress and slip on a night shirt. "Want me to stay the night?" Tess nodded. Trace pulled the covers up over him and her, and embraced her until Tess was fast asleep. Quietly, he eased out of the bed and went into the kitchen to call Demetrie, ringing until someone picked it up.