#marshson002.

It’s not abnormal for the Mormon to escape his household in the middle of the night for a walk ; the cool air brushing against his face and dimly lit sky calms his nerves from the overbearing pressures he’s expected to surpass. Allows the blond to sleep with ease and rest his weary head. With a long and much needed sigh, his lungs is filled with icy air as he walks along the empty streets. That is, until, he turned the corner and spotted a figure not too far from his general direction.

Distance was kept until the figure fell to the floor and was greeted with a hand full of snow. It didn’t take long for Gary to quicken his pace, desire to help the fallen figure. With each step he took, familiarity jogged his mind and soon, he realized just who it was who had lost his steps.

      ❝      -----Stan ?      ❞

Steps halt, sneakers grounded onto the snow below. Worry appears on his face within seconds as a hand extends outward.