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Nudges.

He is just so tired lately.

William was just sick of always writing out our over an over, so might as well prepare common statements. Slowly, he just nodded his head while he moved to sink back into the bench, blowing a puff of smoke from his lips.

Slowly, William moved to gently shake Gabriel's hand with a warm smile to his lips. Now, he found himself opening his note book to a random page where his next sentence was already written out for him. He has been through this process to many times-. 'Nice to meet you.'

[Dude, Locke and Key is such a good show!]

He will be sitting out in the snow. He forgot his house key.

He glanced back to the stranger once he was able to finally get the cigarettes lit. Of course, he placed it between his lips as he moved a hand down to his lap where a journal laid, gently tapping the title written in cursive; ‘William Uris’.

Slowly, his gaze drifted towards the new comer, watching the male for a moment before he finally pulled out his own pack, placing it between his lips.

Oh he does? Well, he will just be on a bench, searching for his pack and lighter.

Or perhaps a cigarette can be his therapist today-.

He would love to but his mother would freak if he skipped his therapy.

Better than be on the move constantly when one just wants a break. .

Sounds fun.

He hates driving in the snow. . .

Arches a brow.

Stares.

Is he being boring and reading? Yeah-.

~Gif Starter for @BrinasDreams~

He hasn’t seen his father in a few days??