Heād spent the entire trip tense in the passenger seat. It was quiet spare a few words shared between himself and Daniel. He was either smoking or sleeping and trying to listen out for any conversation from the other four in the back of the vehicle.Ā Ez hadnāt dared to step out too far from the RV. Hadnāt dared to really speak to anyone else traveling with them besides Danny.Ā
It felt terrible. Waiting around for something to happen. Someone to confront him. Instead, heās just waiting for nothing and burning through too many smokes. Making up for lost time. Heād been told to not bother helping with the patrol. That he could look for supplies later. He felt like a child or a sick person. Relegated to gettingĀ ārestā and aĀ ābreakā.Ā
Worst of all: they were right. Heās sat on the back of the RV, perched on a little step as heās attempting to light another cigarette. Heād wasted most of it, clicking and clicking, watching the little spark and the tiny bit of fuel left. A click. A spark. Nothing. A click. A spark.Ā Nothing. Click. No spark.
āFuck you!ā he shouts still holding the smoke between his lips. Flinging the lighter. And... it hits someone. Nothing thatāll hurt but... itās shitty timing.Ā
āOh -- not you.ā Ezra stumbles out, looking down embarrassed,Ā āFuck the light I just threw atĀ you. Not you personally.ā
