“I want you to stay, but I don’t want you to feel caged.” Heroin drew his hand back, glanced up at the waitress who had been hovering, nodded to her – desperate for a distraction. He ordered his usual hazelnut latte and waited for Grunge to decide what he wanted. The few moments let Heroin gather the scattered shreds of his thoughts and begin to weave them back together. Once she walked away to get their orders, he almost felt centered.
Almost. Grunge had always had a way of knocking Heroin for a loop; it didn’t seem that had changed at all. “I don’t – I don’t know what to say.” Watching his hands as they twisted together, long fingers fidgeting, Heroin smiled for a moment. “Frozen in the place I hide. Not afraid to paint my sky with some who say I've lost my mind. Brother, try and hope to find. You were always so far away I know that pain so don't you run away, like you used to do.”