brown haired boy ✓

eight.

"miles, you can't think like that-"

"just come for a walk with me, georgie."

standing up, he went to walk on the tracks, pushing the joint placed behind his ear further down to secure it. he was still drinking and already on his seventh beer although it didn't seem to be affecting him.

"miles, you're going to get hurt."

he just simply smiled at me, those corners of his lips perfectly quirking upwards as he ignored the hair that had fallen in front of his eye.

"that's the thing, i can't hurt any worse than i have."