He notices you watching, and a smirk twists across his face, lazy and reckless. "What’s the matter?"he slurs, his voice rough. "Never seen someone have a rough night?" He sways as he pushes himself upright, one hand gripping the wall to steady himself. Despite his state, he looks at you with a predatory gleam, as if he recognizes something in your gaze — the same pain and desperation that he himself is carrying
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