Ennis leans back -- against the wall, against Jack -- and closes his eyes as he takes a drag off his cigarette. Out in the wild, the silence is like a friend, but more and more often, the late nights drag on and the dark and silence creep in, tryin' to smother Ennis.
He shifts, feeling Jack's chest rise and fall under his arm and feels guilty for a minute at the fact that he's hiding out here when he should be home, living his life. And when he says something of the sort out loud, it don't seem quite so big.
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Date: 2006-09-06 03:00 am (UTC)He shifts, feeling Jack's chest rise and fall under his arm and feels guilty for a minute at the fact that he's hiding out here when he should be home, living his life. And when he says something of the sort out loud, it don't seem quite so big.