#jordan:thread.

he knew they were no good for one another (fire and gasoline), especially with his lifestyle, but even with them needing to take a break - he found himself at their door even with the late night (early morning hour), knocking with a hopeless knuckle. the door opens and blue eyes fall on the others features, and a breath that he didn't even know he was holding in filled the space between them. "look, i know it's late - but can we just talk?"

there was a small baggy in his hand, and it was all too telling of what it contained, but luckily they were in his apartment. jordan's safehaven for his illicity activites. as he was reaching to put it in the others palm, blue eyes look between the others gazes and shrugs his shoulders . "same as last time."