Infinite Voyage

Old habits die hard

"What the fuck were you thinking?" I say sitting down on the table he was sitting at. Pulling another canister disc out of my bag.

"Not my fault I was born with shitty lungs." Devo rasped as he slowly lifted his head off the table. Looking at his cigarette that was dangling between his fingers. He was about to put it back in his mouth, before I flicked it out of his hand. Him giving me the dirtiest glare.

"Yeah but you can at least take care of them." I say in his face. "You can kill yourself doing this Devo." I hold his pack of cigarettes in his face, then toss them aside. Making his eyes follow.

"You act like I wasn't trying to."

A silence fell between us.

"You don't mean that." I whisper.

He stared blankly at nothing before he answered. "No." Dropping said stare.

There was a pause before I handed him back his mask. Him taking it without looking at me. It hissed as he clicked it back into place on his face, and he took a deep clean breath in.

I sighed at the sight of him. Looking so exhausted. Reaching out, I guide his head with my hand to my lap. And he didn't fight it. If anything, I felt him give in and relax. Closing his eyes.

"I'm always here if it gets bad." I softly reminded him as I ran my fingers through his blue hair. Making him open his eyes lazily.

"Yeah, I know..."