Scar Tissue [2Doc]

//16//

"Do you wanna talk about what happened in there?" 

It's a surprise to no one when 2D doesn't reply. 

I mentally sigh. It's fine Mudz, don't be harsh on him. Just take it slow. 

When we reach a red light I roll the windows down and fish out a pack of cigarettes from the glove box. Along side them is a lighter to which I grab as well. Once my ciggie is lit I tilt the box in 2D's direction as an offer. He snatches it almost desperately from my hand.

If Noodle were to witness me handing him cigarettes right now, she'd be pissed. 

I study him from my peripheral, trying to be a good driver and keeping an attentive eye on the traffic lights, but I note that his clammy hands struggle to lit a usable flame.

"Here, lemme help," I say as I take the lighter from his hand and lean over to his seat. His eyes widen in what I can assume is shock as I get close, but he manages to balance the cigarette in between his lips as I hold up the light. My eyes fall on his lips, they quiver slightly. I dart my eyes up to his quickly, his eyes meet mine quietly. I witness his cheeks spreading in a pink hue, which makes me ponder. There's a moment of silence and stillness between us, the flame from the lighter creating the only barrier from letting me get any closer. But the silence only lasts for a second as a flood of beeping enters our ears.

The light has turned green.

As soon as 2D's cigarette lights, I toss the lighter onto his lap quickly. Before stepping on the gas I throw my arm out the window and stick my middle finger out proudly to the people behind me. It ensues raged yelling, but I step on it to avoid the annoying assholes. 

"Fuuck. I really needed this," 2D suddenly says, breathing out smoke with his words.

I get slightly taken aback, the small sentence being his first words speaking on his own accord.

"Oh yea?" I say, wanting to finally have a conversation. 

He inhales long and hard. "Yea. I really needed a smoke. Any kind of smoke."

"Should probably stay away from weed for the time being though." The wind blows through my hair as we drive down the road. I stick my arm out the window, cigarette in hand in between hits. 

"Yea."

It becomes quite once more, but it doesn't take long for the grumbling of my stomach to push words out of my mouth.

"Anyway, about food. Whatchu hungry for?"

Another red light. I turn towards 2D. He's looking out of his window, his cigarette not leaving the proximity of his mouth.

"2D?"

"'M not hungry," he mumbles. 

"You gotta eat something dents."

"Can't stomach anything yet."

As disappointing as it makes me, I mentally admit defeat in not being able to get my hands on a fast food burger just yet.

"Alright then. I'll make you some soup when we get back to your place. It'll be easier on your stomach. Still down for a walk though?"

He shrugs.

"I'm taking that as a yes." 

The rest of the ride to the park was a silent one. In the short ten minutes that in took to get there, 2D had chained smoked five cigarettes. I can only imagine the type of high he must be feeling right now from this nic. Before he could pluck out a sixth from the box, I snatch it from his hands quickly.