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*walks up and looks at him.*

Can I have a smoke?

*Raises an eyebrow wordlessly, but hands him one.*

*takes it, lights it...and takes a deep, deep drag.*

Fuck.....*kicks a wall, hard.*...ow!

*takes a drag from his cigarette just watching him.*

What is your problem this time?

*Continues to take a long drag as he grumbles around the smoke in Italian.*

*rolls eyes*

Tell me now, before I lose interest...

....I like....Kissed someone I shouldn't have. And I don't doubt he isn't trying to find 30 ways to either ignore the fact, or whatever.

Mn.. *He took another hit off of his cigarette.* You are talking to the wrong person...

*Just gives him a look around the smoke.* Yeah...imagine that.

*Just stares at him a moment before looking away. The street is empty for now as the last person for a while walks past, her heels clicking on the sidewalk. Alek watches her go.*

I am sure everything will work out in your favor. *He offered, not looking at Alex as he did so.*

Oh...you think? *Doesn't look too confident.*

Maybe...probably not. At least...*shakes his head.*

You are pushy. I am sure that you will make him see it your way. *He didn't feel especially mean tonight. He was too tired for that.*

Just wait it out. If not, it was not right in the first place. *His english wording wasn't that good but he made due.*

Oh, thank you. *He sighs, hitting his head against the wall.*

I fucked it all up.

If you fucked it all up then there is nothing you can do. Try talking to him before you jump to any conclusions in that stupid brain of yours.

Shut up. *goes back to smoking.*

Fuck you.

You don't like being touched, so why offer. *rolls eyes.*

I was not offering. Take your mind off of that for once. *His voice rumbled the words out lowly.*

What? Off of you? *dark smile.* Oh, but where would be the fun in that.

Hopefully it would be non-existent. *The fun that is.*

God, you can be so damn boring. How do you live with yourself? Can't stand people, pleasure, or anything of the like. Maybe you should take a noon stroll and be done with it. *Is grumpy.*

I don't remember ever asking your opinion of me or on anything for that matter. *He growled out.* Now leave.

*He hadn't had a problem with the kid staying until that point. Now he was just annoying.*

No. *Hands on his hips.* Why should I? And why shouldn't I give my opinions? Might do you some good.

*Eye roll*

Fucking Christ, here we go...

*Doesn't seem to care*

What? Don't tell me you seriously call this life of yours 'fun' or 'good' or even 'content'. The mice have more fun than you while getting their necks snapped in stupid little traps.

I don't care about fun.

*He told him, finishing his cigarette and starting another.*

It is none of your business how I spend my days.

Oh yes, of course.

My mistake.

*He stands, tossing the butt of his cigarette onto the sidewalk and turns to go inside without a word.*