// and all my flowers grew back as thorns //
She smiles at him. But it isn’t a genuine smile. It isn’t a smile that says she’s completely fine and that she did in fact just need air. It’s a smile that’s practiced, smooth, placed there out of habit so she doesn’t have to worry anyone. The billboard of Colt’s fine. Don’t worry about it. But Thorn reads through those masks better than others, and he remains leaning against the railing as she lets silence overcome them briefly before her voice fills the cool open air of the night.
“Yeah.” Thorn says immediately, sighing a cloud of smoke and leaning back on an elbow against the railing, stretching one leg out, the tassles waving idly in the wind. “I miss how freein’ it was bein’ a kid. Don’t miss the place or the people, though. S’why I got out.” He says simply, flashing her an easier smile as he cranes a little to flick the ash from the cigarette into an ash tray further down along the railing.
As for how old he was, though? The low smoky chuckle leaves him as his seafoam gaze glitters with honesty when he answers. “Twenty-four. Twenty-five, this Deepfrost. Why?” His head tilts, wondering why it mattered - though associating it further with the idea of being a kid again. He wasn't a kid, but he also was still young. And with plenty of experiences up his belt to back it up. He'd grown up young.
“Yeah.” Thorn says immediately, sighing a cloud of smoke and leaning back on an elbow against the railing, stretching one leg out, the tassles waving idly in the wind. “I miss how freein’ it was bein’ a kid. Don’t miss the place or the people, though. S’why I got out.” He says simply, flashing her an easier smile as he cranes a little to flick the ash from the cigarette into an ash tray further down along the railing.
As for how old he was, though? The low smoky chuckle leaves him as his seafoam gaze glitters with honesty when he answers. “Twenty-four. Twenty-five, this Deepfrost. Why?” His head tilts, wondering why it mattered - though associating it further with the idea of being a kid again. He wasn't a kid, but he also was still young. And with plenty of experiences up his belt to back it up. He'd grown up young.
THORN
