Disclaimer: Nothing's mine.
Author's Note: Because I got such nice reviews from Sakurazuka-chan and Silver Salamander, I've decided to make this a series of interconnected drabbles. Enjoy!
Habit; 2
There's a click and then the nothingness of a dial tone. My smile slips a little—he hung up on me!—but I regain my composure without trouble. I realise he's decided to play a game, and I will join him.
Not, of course, because I care. I don't care. I never have, and I never will. However, he's grown to be… a habit. Like smoking, I think, as I tap ashes off my cigarette. Just as I could quit smoking if I wanted to, I could quit playing with him.
I won't, though, because both are such pleasant habits.
