He holds the cigarette between thumb and forefinger, looks down at the glowing end thoughtfully.
And maybe, instead of seeing the smodering end of a cigarette, he's seeing a small campfire, bright against the purple-dark hunch of the mountains.
"Couldn't even get back up there when I had the chance. 'Sides, what I've wanted ain't hardly ever been the same as what I got. But feelin' like that, havin' that place..."
He trails off, and it's funny, but maybe if he were looking a little harder at Desire right now, he wouldn't be seeing the golden eyed gentleman at all.
"I'm supposed to go back, though," he says, more firmly. "When it's all over. I told Lureen."
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He holds the cigarette between thumb and forefinger, looks down at the glowing end thoughtfully.
And maybe, instead of seeing the smodering end of a cigarette, he's seeing a small campfire, bright against the purple-dark hunch of the mountains.
"Couldn't even get back up there when I had the chance. 'Sides, what I've wanted ain't hardly ever been the same as what I got. But feelin' like that, havin' that place..."
He trails off, and it's funny, but maybe if he were looking a little harder at Desire right now, he wouldn't be seeing the golden eyed gentleman at all.
"I'm supposed to go back, though," he says, more firmly. "When it's all over. I told Lureen."