You can feel the light start to tremble

The skies came in this morning in broken patches. The sunlight fighting for it's turn in the sky over the crime-ruled city. This morning, the pair woke up a little later than planned. There was no use for coffee if they couldn't clean the pot out from the night before. Agreeing to go somewhere to get breakfast, they got ready. Though, after getting their morning planned out. Sonntag went back into his bedroom, closing the door. Sure, he'll have to dig somewhere in here for something clean. What it looked like didn't matter. It's probably chilly outside. He shrugged, grabbing his glasses and placing them on his face. Approaching the binds, unwinding them. The shaded sunlight tried cutting in. The street lights outside are still flashing their tinted orange hues. It's going to be a particularly gloomy day today.

Thankfully, there's no need for a job, at least, on Lawrence's side. It's nice being his own manager. But running on commissions from editing software at home can only last for so long until the fountain runs dried. Let's not think about that right now. Changing out of his sleeping clothing, he threw on a baggy sweater, and a pair of dirty jeans. They're still usable, though, smelly. There's been no time for laundry ever since Adam moved in. He even offered to help with that. What, you're going to be my maid now?' exclaimed the other the first time. Kovic laughed, telling him a 'never mind, then'. Fixing his collar, Lawrence soon left the room.

The tattooed individual was ready, checking on his phone again. He threw on something similar, reusing that scarf from last night. Grabbing the keys left by the table, he threw a head nod at Kovic. Looking up from his phone at this moment, he nodded back. Pocketing the device into his sweater pocket. Taking a second look over his partner, he looks oddly attractive with ruffled hair. Shaking his head, he followed the other out of the house. Locking the door behind them, they walked to a local diner. That was the only downside to this lifestyle. Obtaining vehicles and actually taking care of them are a hassle. It's always much easier to deal, to pick off the weak. And to burn the evidence at the end of the day.

It's probably around ten in the morning as they made their walk. They shared a casual conversation, avoiding the interactions from last night. Yes, it was a mistake. But Lawrence couldn't remember the last time he had anyone in that bed of his. It had to be long before they started committing violent, and dangerous crimes together. Sunlight continues to fight with the sky, creating a more welcoming environment. It trembles slightly as the winds up above continue its dance. Soon, it cut away allowing more and more patches through. Lawrence makes an unfriendly groan. Kovic doesn't pay attention to this. His hands sitting inside of his sweater pockets, trying to keep those digits warm. One hand was wrapped around his phone in case something happened. It's great that they can walk around like this, none of them afraid of what if's.

Wrapping around the corner, there was a small diner. It wasn't popular, nor was it a widely known brand. But it served some delicious meals, and most put a smile on the criminal's face. He knew exactly what he wanted to order. Adam's been here before, once, or twice. Before they started their spree. He doesn't mind it, but often suggests something different. Something like a donut shop or a morning smoothie. The other has complained about this before, telling him that it doesn't fill him up. When it comes to food, they're all picky. It often results in going to multiple places, finally relaxing at their last stop and all eating together there. Not once have they ever been to leave because of it. Some people know their names. They always confused them, using each other's names. This is why they never use debit cards anymore.

Entering in the joint, a waitress greets the pairing. One giving her a nod while the other suggests a spot he enjoys to watch by a window. She nods, grabbing two menus and directing them to their seats. Once they sat down, they both immediately asked for coffee. Nodding away, she soon leaves to fetch them their drinks. Lawrence licks his lips, staring outside already. He watches the cars pass by like blurs. The street is a somewhat busy one. At this hour, the traffic has died. This road was the fastest way towards the city, it's a shame the diner doesn't get anymore business. The woman returns, placing two pearl white mugs on the table. Each of them nodded. When asked about their meals this morning. Lawrence went with the usual.

"Just some toast, please. Wheat. Butter and jam as well." Adam tells her.

Sonntag watches him, rolling his eyes after that. The waitress happily nods, taking their menus and disappearing to the front counter top. The other catches the last of that gesture, rolling his shoulders in response. "If I bring you out to breakfast, you're going to have something more than that."

"I'm not really hungry. Haven't been sleeping well."

It explains the bag under his eyes. Exhaling through his mouth, Lawrence leads back in the seat he's in. They're in a booth, by the kitchen. The way the sunlight hits here at certain hours is welcoming. It's a sense of reality he thought he lost when the jobs they started committing together. It's always nice to come back down to Earth again. Wrapping delicate fingers around a mug, it looks like it was recently shattered. Shame, this place has some fine wares when they decide to break out the 'fine China'. Really, pretty much most things here are placed back together with duct tape, or some kind of strong glue. Weird they haven't had the time to replace of it. Enjoying the smell of fresh coffee, Sonntag brought it to his lips, taking a sip. Adam has yet to touch his. During this time, he took out his phone. From what the other could see, it's a bunch of text.

Placing the mug back down, the other eyed the man, wondering what he was staring at. Those browns, as much as they're damaged and hidden away. They have a truth behind them. Maybe not for quite a long time. Years, maybe even decades. If, they live long enough to get there. He sighs, rubbing an eye socket. "I was trying to get something out of the bathroom last night." Lawrence began. Adam nodded, still staring at his phone. "I had sleeping pills in the medicine cabinet."

"I checked, there was none."

"I probably brought them back into my room by accident. My bad."

"Not a problem."

With that, their meals soon arrived. Adam placed down his phone on the table. And two ate silently. When it was time to depart, Lawrence picked up the bill. He simply dropped a one-hundred dollar bill on the table. Then, departed away from the streets. To a beach side area.

Washing what you know out the sea yeah

"Why did you bring me out here? It's freakin' cold."

The beach wasn't far from them. It was under one of the many bridges connecting to the beautiful gray scale city. Lawrence didn't say anything, allowing the wind to ruffle through those short locks. Adam couldn't get an answer out of him, sighing away. A text notification goes off on the ringleader's phone. He checks it, sighing in relief. They must be a pair of weirdos, knowing that each of them check in with each other. To see if one got arrested, or if one is in great danger. Taking a step forward, Sonntag soon folds his arms together. "What's the status?"

"Everyone's good."

Breathing in, those rattled nerves calm down. Good, good. Everything is okay for now. Everything is alright. They're still able to see each other. They're still able to breathe the same air, and not worry about something. About what could happen. Goddamn, they're always so afraid of what could happen. If they lose one, it's over. It's all over. There's no point. Might as well move out of the country, go somewhere far away where nobody knows their name. Live in a society where they're socially accepted as tourists who never went back home.

The waters tumble against each other. Splashing their way to shore, dissolving into the sands and going back in again. It's a cycle, it never stops. The sun as its guide. To be honest, the clouds here with their dark, gray colors are making this scene so much more peaceful than it should be. It's lovely, it's well, cold. And inviting. Kovic takes a step forward, standing by Sonntag's side. He places his hand on top of Lawrence's shoulder. No words are spoken here. Turning his head, he smiled with both his eyes and lips. Slowly, they stare back into the waters again.

"When I was a mess of a child back then, my family used to come to the beaches at all times of the year." Lawrence began. "I-It's like, reassuring me that everything's fine. Figured it could do you some good. You've been looking tense lately."

"It's tough being the star, when nobody else wants to volunteers."

The moment goes quiet, and eventually. Adam drops his hand off of his teammate's person. He sticks it back into his pocket, grabbing his cellular device again. There's things that need to be done in preparation of the next event. The next heist. With this, Adam tells Lawrence that he'll see him later tonight back at their shared home. Nodding, the other turns around, and walks back to solid ground. Soon, nowhere to be seen.

Maybe he's taking it too quickly. Or maybe, he's too dumb to get the signs. It's been like this for a while, and only now has he started giving it more and more thought. Dammit. But, he's not wrong. There are things that have to be settled.

No.

It can wait. Lawrence eventually sits on the sandy, muggy beach side. He stays there for what it seems like hours. Soon, he gets up, and returns home rather quickly.

Idiot forgot his cellphone, something could be wrong.