#will huck

He's lived his whole life from goal to goal. Always had a purpose, some thing to do. He doesn't know how to operate without that...something. He doesn't know how to relax. Always prepared for the worst. After dying to a worst-case-scenario, he's a bit convinced something akin will happen again. And he's raring to run again, but simple obligation regrettably sticks him in place, despite him not wanting it to.

In life, he and Al were friends, though they never talked that much. It seems Huck was always just... busy. Usually running from someone. But he always found time to chat. Have a smoke behind the steelworks. When Al started looking all sickly, he helped watch Niah for a bit, as Al retreated into his basement to do god knows what for god knows how long.

Then the police were on him again, and Huck had no choice but to try and skip town.

Too late, though.

He didn't hear the news of Al and his daughter's disappearance. Not until he saw them in Hell.

The two don't know how to talk to eachother now. Both convinced they're a monster of some kind. Huck for leaving in his hour of need. Al for doing what he had to do.

He spent his life flipping the coin. Taking the chance, making that gamble. ...He doesn't have a taste for it now. the certainty of a bottle feels like thrill enough.

Worst part- he's not even a cat person, really.