[Wolfwood cups his hand around his cigarette to keep the wind from blowing out the flame, taking another long breath so he can hold the smoke in his lungs for a bit, relishing the burn before he exhales it back out.
It was incredibly idyllic, this life they apparently had. They were married, had kids...were happy. Wolfwood still feels this strange sort of disconnect about it, because it's hard to believe he ever could have had that sort of life. It's so far beyond his ability to conceptualize that it still doesn't feel like it was him.
Thinking about it makes him sad, and it maybe shows a little in the way he's looking off at the ground, his hands moving into his pockets.]
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[Wolfwood cups his hand around his cigarette to keep the wind from blowing out the flame, taking another long breath so he can hold the smoke in his lungs for a bit, relishing the burn before he exhales it back out.
It was incredibly idyllic, this life they apparently had. They were married, had kids...were happy. Wolfwood still feels this strange sort of disconnect about it, because it's hard to believe he ever could have had that sort of life. It's so far beyond his ability to conceptualize that it still doesn't feel like it was him.
Thinking about it makes him sad, and it maybe shows a little in the way he's looking off at the ground, his hands moving into his pockets.]
I just. ...I dunno.