“I don’t think I need to get all ‘life sucks’ on you right? Like we can move past that part of this conversation.” Lucian pulled his cigarette from between his lips as the wolf approached the streetlamp he was under. Jack was the one person he knew wasn’t going to get all ‘are you okay’ on him. And in turn he wasn’t about to ask him, either. Even though he was curious, somewhat worried, he wasn’t going to push. They didn’t need that shit, they got it enough from family right now. At least he assumed the older Davenport’s would be clambering to make sure their younger siblings were fine like his were. “And go right into feeling sorry for ourselves.” Without alcohol, which was a first in a while. When Jack had turned down his offer at meeting at a bar he’d been surprised but he figured he hadn’t just been out and about in the evening for a while. And nobody was going to give him shit with a Davenport with him, he felt like they were decently safe together. @jack--davenport
