What happened

The smoke had done him good. Calmed his nerves, and at the same time, provided the cool night air and fresh breaths that it could provide. Okay, so smoking hadn't been exactly breathing clean air, but it was out there. That counted. The violent feelings had seeped out of him, faltered. He was able to let them go. Amazing what a little bit of cancer could do for a guy.

And he took a bit of time, going back up. Looking at the place. The fancy things. He'd had things like this once. Well. They were never really his, but he'd lived in a house like this. Angelville. It made him shudder just to think about it.

Stinking of smoke, he finally returned to Max's room.
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