Moorgra
Shay watched Gret, finishing his sandwich and taking another drag from his cigarette. He looked the man over, admiring how effortlessly handsome he was. "I can understand that. I've never been famous or anything but i understand stress." he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He watched as Gret put out his cigarette and get him blankets and pillows "Thank you, Gret" he said, a bit shyly. "Goodnight. I will try not to wake you but i am in desperate need of a shower." he said, finishing his cigarette and standing to face Gret with an awkward crooked smile.
