jimmy and lucian
Lucian sat in the passenger seat of the sedan Jimmy had bought, gazing out the window at the city passing by. His bike was back at college he'd asked Parry to drop it off at his house. After all, Jimmy had shown up, and two vehicles just didn't make sense.
The car moved slowly, the engine's soft hum filling the silence. Jimmy drove with one hand on the steering wheel, his other arm resting out the open window, catching the occasional breeze. For a long time, neither of them spoke, as if both were waiting for the other to break the stillness.
Finally, Jimmy, eyes fixed on the road ahead, broke the silence. "So… what happened?" he asked, his voice careful, trying not to pry too hard.
Lucian didn't look over; his gaze stayed locked on some indeterminate point in the distance. He chuckled softly, but it sounded hollow. "Nothing. Just… kids playing around." He tried to brush it off with a laugh, but his voice betrayed him.