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[colpevole]

WHO: Schuldig (colpevole) ; Badou Nails (smokeeasy)
WHAT: Comfort & old movies.
WHERE: Badou's apartment.
WHEN: After Schuldig gets notified by the authorities of Axel's death.

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[smokeeasy]

There were some things that you just didn't tell people, right.

That was why Badou had emptied out the ashtrays before Schuldig arrived. Because that would have been like evidence or something-not evidence that Axel's death had shaken him. It was unfortunate, yeah, but…hell, how long had it been since he'd seen the guy? They weren't friends but of course they'd met. And it had been a week, at best. But it just felt so distant.

The thing that got to him was Schuldig, and just not knowing what the hell to say. Because this wasn't the sort of thing you could talk about, right. Well, maybe Schuldig could, and if he wanted to Badou would listen. But for Badou this was one of those things that evacuated words, left him feeling like the more he tried to say, the more hollow he became.

Only he didn't want Schuldig to have to know that shit now. Even though he probably would. Because empty ashtrays were nearly as telltale a sign as full ones-they meant not that he hadn't been smoking, but that he'd smoked so much as to actually amass hillocks of butts and ash.

Anyway, if trying to find something to say felt empty and wrong, having Schuldig come here to just get the hell away from this shit felt right. Like it might have a chance of making a damn difference, because at least it was about the living. And fuck, the dead could wait, right?

Badou took his cigarette from between his lips as he answered the door (the buzzer was still ringing as his hand closed on the latch; he didn’t mind). Stepping aside to let Schuldig in, his gaze settled on his face, his expression which seemed as though it couldn't resolve whether to be impatient or frantic or just fucking angry and so had settled on none of them. He exhaled a deep breath of smoke from the corner of his mouth and murmured, "Shit."