Chris was taking the moment of downtime to meet up with his long time friend. He wore his “uniform” which was really just black slacks and a white polo with the fire station’s logo on the left hand side. Somewhere between business casual and convenient, as white polos were easy to bleach out the smoke and dirt. His hair was no longer shaggy but buzzed short, much to his dismay, but it was easier to keep it from catching on fire the shorter it was. The scar on his cheek was more prominent without his bangs covering it, but scars were no longer much of a stranger to anyone.
Rene worried him. He’d been through more than anyone needed to go through. It wasn’t that he thought of Rene as weak or anything… he was just more invested in other people than others were. “Why don’t you come over for dinner and stay the night? Paris wouldn’t mind…” he offered, wanting to keep an eye on him.
Mistress Morbid