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[little_moons]

If you're reading this, I'm probably not around anymore...There's dirt under my nails. I don't know a fuckin' thing about gardening, but I don't have it in me to let his flowers die. It seems like a part of him, one of the only parts any of us have left, his ashes scattered in the dirt under the cascading blue bells and morning glories, the new,

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[headofaccounts]

If there's anything constant about the island, it's loss. It's a fact that Pete has only recently come to terms with (he has only lost one person so far), but one that he's seen in action many a time. He doesn't really frequent the Winchester, but the evening finds him there anyway.

He manages a smile in return, turning to close the door behind him before continuing towards the bar.

"It's nice out," he begins, pausing once he realizes how par the course that is for the island. "- In case you weren't aware."

[little_moons]

Knocking back the last of my drink and swiveling on my stool to face him, I say, "Are you askin' if I can come out and play?"

Unless it's rainin', it's always nice out, so there's no point in pretending like that wasn't a really fuckin' lame line.

[headofaccounts]

"I don't know what your work schedule is like," Pete says, following a moment of uncomfortable silence (uncomfortable in that Pete knows it was a poor beginning).

"But it might be better than sitting inside."

[little_moons]

"No schedule," I say, taking one last drag and then crushing the joint out in the ashtray. Flipping the notebook shut, I push to my feet, tucking it under one arm and brushing past him on the way to the door, my hand catching briefly on his sleeve and giving it a tug.

"Come on, I gotta take this home. Walk with me."

[headofaccounts]

Pete follows along, turning neatly on his heel, long limbs uncoordinated for a single moment before he catches his balance again. (He glances back only once, at what's left smoking in the ashtray, before he's out the door.)

"How're you doing?" he asks, only a few steps out the door. It seems like a better question than are you alright, because he knows what happened and he knows (sort of) what it's like. It's been a while, yes, but still.

[little_moons]

"Okay, I guess. I mean, I dunno," I say, wincing at what a fuckin' lame answer that is, but it's really all I got.

"Most of the time, it's okay, you know? It's kinda rough, right now, 'cause Abby's gone. She looked after the girls a lot, they called her their aunt, so... But yeah, you know. We're okay."