He runs his fingers through tangled hair, trying to get out the knots.

"You think you don't. But I'm pretty sure you do."

You know the feeling where you just wish someone would STOP because you see with absolute clarity that there is no point and no matter how many times the butterfly flaps its damned wings, there will NEVER be a storm? That one. Yeah.

"I hope not, though, for your sake."

He slides onto the bed, plucking the lit cigarette from Ramon's fingers.

"Be sure to remind yourself to live, once in a while."