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[m_pinocchio]

He shouldn't be back here. It's a refrain that's been playing over and over in his head since he left, and he shouldn't have even come this far, not on a regular pass, not when he's not sure what's even at the end of it, but it's been a week and a half, and he should be over it by now. Quick grope in the cab of the truck--this truck, borrowed again

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[little_moons]

It's a slow afternoon. I've been here nearly an hour without seein' a single car, not a single person slowing down to get a second look. It's a small fuckin' town, there are gonna be certain days where there's nobody on the prowl, but it's fuckin' irritating, especially when I could've been elsewhere, doin' something else.

Preston said he'd be by later to pick me up, so for now, I've got a cigarette lit, leaning against the swingset and letting my mind wander. I don't see the truck right away, and when I do, in the daylight, I don't immediately recognize it.

But there's an itch, squirming around in the back of my brain, and suddenly it hits me. Jesus.

For a moment or two, I pretend not to notice, then, rolling my eyes, I push away from the swingset and wander closer, a lazy swagger in my step and a blank look on my face.

[m_pinocchio]

Go. Fucking GO. He has instincts and thus far they've done a fair amount to keep him and other people alive, so he's learned to listen to them, but now they're screaming at him and he's not entirely astonished to find himself actively turning them down. Off. Disregarding.

He rolls down the window, and the half smile pulling at his mouth feels casual. Fancy meeting you here.

As if either of them believes that.

[little_moons]

Ducking down to lean into the window, I say, "You lost?"

What the fuck is he doin' here? Every once and a while, guys'll come back for seconds, but I didn't even fuckin' hook him here, and I didn't get the feelin' he'd be back for more so soon. Or at all.

[m_pinocchio]

He shrugs. He's not sure how he'd even start to answer that. He's not even sure what the answer would be. There's no reason at all why he shouldn't have let this be.

The sex hadn't been that good.

"Maybe I just saw you," he says with a faintly crooked smile, and he's not sure torture could make him admit that he had been searching. "Maybe I just thought I'd say hi."