whiskey, smoke and aces high

bandcamp

A lot's been changin' lately and I can't tell
If it's me or if it's everybody else

Remi raises his eyebrows, though just quite what that expression is meant to communicate is unclear. Ronin's ignorance about what other actual disorders could cause a chemical imbalance? Being too naive to just accept it was an overdose and move on? Shame, that he might actually have to spell it out for the other man?

"Tomorrow if all goes well." He says on the exhale, trying not to read into the removal of Ronin's gloves but failing. "Nah. They don't know. Week off, remember? No one knows I'm here. Just Vai and Isla." The heartrate monitor blinks a higher number once again. "And you."

Biting at the inside of his lip, able to smell rain, gasoline, and smoke on the mechanic, Remi gives the other man a hopeful look. "Hey, you don't happen to have any smokes on you, do you? I don't think I can make it downstairs, but if we crack that window, I doubt we'll get caught." Remi's crooked grin is very clear in its communication now: and who cares if we do?

we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses
So stop and sm?ll the fuckin' roses

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!