He held Danny, light but secure. He could hear the slow breathing and
basked in the calm of the dawn.
This was utter bullshit. What was he even doing here? He wasn't getting
laid, but he wasn't playing house, either. John knew he ought to take the
small pleasure, this innocent comfort, and just appreciate it. He knew he
should. But he couldn't. Too many ghosts of the past, past lovers and
friends, they clouded his memories.
John laid there and dwelled on the dead for a bit, then slowly, carefully,
pulled himself free so he could get up, have a piss, and then a much needed
cigarette.
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He held Danny, light but secure. He could hear the slow breathing and basked in the calm of the dawn.
This was utter bullshit. What was he even doing here? He wasn't getting laid, but he wasn't playing house, either. John knew he ought to take the small pleasure, this innocent comfort, and just appreciate it. He knew he should. But he couldn't. Too many ghosts of the past, past lovers and friends, they clouded his memories.
John laid there and dwelled on the dead for a bit, then slowly, carefully, pulled himself free so he could get up, have a piss, and then a much needed cigarette.