What was he doing here? He didn't even know anymore. Adjusting the strap on his back, he idly kicked a nearby stone. It bounced and rolled until it hit the edge of the building he was staring down. Truly, there was no reason for him to be here. He should just turn around and leave. Emerald eyes narrowed at the rock- as if this was all its fault. As if...

Tango let out a heavy sigh and walked over to the wall. Swinging his guitar case around he let his back hit the wall behind him and slid down. This was so stupid. And creepy. No, it wasn't just creepy, it was <********> creepy. He'd stupidly come to this ******** creepy a** place and she wasn't even here.

--Not that he had entirely expected her to be. It would have probably been more weird for her to be here, than not. That girl was pretty out there, but even she probably didn't spend 24/7 at a place like this. He just didn't know where else to go. Where else to find her. He'd been gone so long and she was the first person he wanted to see when he'd returned. Only now, as he sat outside of a decrepit old church-thing did he realize how idiotic the whole situation was.

Closing his eyes, he leaned his head against the wall. Just a moment, he told himself. He'd wait for her for just a moment and then he'd leave.