A/N: This an experiment to try and use only word "he" to address/describe the main characters. It came out little confusing but I did my best. This also is the translation from the original story that I wrote in Russian so forgive some wording if they sound wrong to you and feel free to point to me about them.
He stood on the balcony, smoked and watched the clouds. Stood not understanding at all, what he was doing here in general. Felt so infinitely tired and broken until he felt strong arms that embraced him from behind and the chest that was exhaling warmth and became support for his back.
"Hi." – has quietly whispered a voice capable with just a word to pull him out from the depths of the Hell.
"Hi." – He answered not known why being embarrassed and more felt, than heard quiet laughter as an answer.
"Why are you standing here alone? So early…" - Familiar weight on a shoulder, that he has lowered a head on his shoulder.
"I kinda…" – Not knowing how to finish the phrase, fell silent again, embarrassed. And why did he constantly feel embarrassed, he wasn't a boy already and that was not his first "amour", but something in him, something that forced others to feel his unconditional leadership and power, to obey not his physical superiority though that he had as well, but more likely simply the force of his personality, his infinite self-confidence. He always, in any kind of situation had everything under control and knew it. That something made him blush and turn pale like a young virgin on her first ball. "Such beaten comparison" – he thought and wasn't able to constrain a giggle.
"What?.." – has exhaled directly in an ear, forcing to move a shoulder, knew in fact that he does not like it!
"Ah, just remembered one beaten phrasing." – Really, he does not think that now directly before him he will just simply lay it all out, naive.
"Mmm... " Yeah, before this one it is not necessary to lay out anything he has figure it all out a long time ago already. Such all-knowing love he has. "We go?" Said love asked, taking away almost finished cigarette from his weakened fingers and indifferently throwing it somewhere downwards. He only sighed and smiled in the answer, not that he actually was asked, isn't it. But in fact no body also forces, therefore he felt so good. He was manipulated, but at the same time allowed to keep full freedom of will and an opportunity to do things in his own way if he really wanted to. He almost never did want.
The End.