Author's Note: They're so fun! I forgot how fun it is to play with them! Whee!
Habit; 14
So, I hear it's winter in his heart. I don't care or anything, but it's interesting. From a strictly psychological standpoint, of course.
Nothing looks different from the distance; he's the same when I trail him in the crowded city. Cigarette, distinctive white coats, my lighter… nothing looks unusual or out of place. Not when I'm far away.
But up close everything changes, and he's tired, and snappy, and always on the verge of shattering, and just no fun at all. It displeases me, but what am I to do?
You know it doesn't matter to me if he's cold.
