Courfeyrac was, as per usual, on his way to take his long shift of sentry duty and smoke his way through a pack of cigarettes. He was pulling out a new cigarette when he saw Maxxie wandering through the warehouse, looking as bad as Courfeyrac usually felt.
Feeling like he had nothing else to offer, Courfeyrac touched him on the shoulder and handed over the cigarette. "If you want a breath of fresh air, I can always use company outside." He managed something of a smile. It was something very like his former grins, but so fleeting and with such a desperate edge the effect often had the opposite effect than it intended.
Maxxie looked up with Courfeyrac first with the anger that had settled itself in, and then with a weary look of what could almost be surprise as he considered the offer.
"Yeah, I... sure." He took the cigarette and placed it between his lips tiredly. "Thanks."
Courfeyrac lightly tousled Maxxie's golden hair. "You're welcome."
He took a cigarette for himself and led the way out of the safe house to his usual spot, on top of several hunks of abandoned metal and various debris that formed something of a safe seat, where Courfeyrac could see the sourndings without being seen himself. "There's space for you up here too- just be careful you don't cut yourself coming up." Courfeyrac clambered up with the ease born of long practice and natural grace and settled into his usual position. He swept his gaze across the horizion and, not seeing anthing, snapped his fingers at the end of his chigarette to light it.
Maxxie followed him, straightening his hair out with his fingers without even realising he was doing it. A habit like that was hard to shake.
He carefully made his way up to sit beside Courfeyrac, going slow to avoid cutting himself. When he finally sat down, he held out his cigarette and said, "could you...?"
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Feeling like he had nothing else to offer, Courfeyrac touched him on the shoulder and handed over the cigarette. "If you want a breath of fresh air, I can always use company outside." He managed something of a smile. It was something very like his former grins, but so fleeting and with such a desperate edge the effect often had the opposite effect than it intended.
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"Yeah, I... sure." He took the cigarette and placed it between his lips tiredly. "Thanks."
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He took a cigarette for himself and led the way out of the safe house to his usual spot, on top of several hunks of abandoned metal and various debris that formed something of a safe seat, where Courfeyrac could see the sourndings without being seen himself. "There's space for you up here too- just be careful you don't cut yourself coming up." Courfeyrac clambered up with the ease born of long practice and natural grace and settled into his usual position. He swept his gaze across the horizion and, not seeing anthing, snapped his fingers at the end of his chigarette to light it.
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He carefully made his way up to sit beside Courfeyrac, going slow to avoid cutting himself. When he finally sat down, he held out his cigarette and said, "could you...?"
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