the   thing   about   a   b r o k e n boy  is  that   he’ll   never  ask for help,  never    tell   you   what   he needs.   never   reach   out.   he’s been   broken   too  many   times. r e j e c t e d  by too many people.

He wrinkled his nose in acknowledgement but offered the fire to the other young man. “Hey, don’t shoot down a bloke’s game, okay? Here ya are. Smokin’s dirty on yer lungs ya know,” he added informatively. though it may raise the question of why he carried a lighter then.

     he took the lighter and lit the cigarette,      handing it back to the other man.

                    " What's the light for then? "

         the question was asked with a raised eyebrow,          smoke escaping through his mouth and nose.

"Looks like someone’s being a sore  l o s e r  Face it Johnny Boy, I’m just better than you.”

" Funny how you actually convinced     yourself to think you're better than me. "

"Did not, you just suck."

" Bullshit, you fuckin' cheated.    I know cheating when I see it. "

            that would be because you cheat...

"You’re just made because I won."

" You cheated. "

  ❝ today sucks.  i'm goin' back to bed. ❞ 

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"Mate, tell me what to incinerate an’ ya got it. I can start a propa’ supernova if y’want.”

Far be it from him to deny a bloke a light, and he plunged a hand into his sweater pocket and drew out a lighter, clicking it open in a flash.

    looks like he ran into a crazy--or something.     and someone from homeland as well. maybe     an actual pyromaniac or something, like what     people always call him--which is, in his defence,     completely different.

              " ....Yeah, don't get yourself too                         excited, I just need to light my cig. "

Talking to yourself as a child wasn’t the weird thins John’s seen — Okay maybe it was but there’s other thing up there.

                  “John, what’s your?”

He already knew the answer but the little boy won’t know that. You can’t recognize yourself as an adult.

      a grin pulled onto the child's lips when       he got an answer. this was way cool--       they had the same name--or at least       they went by the same name.

                " That's mine, too!                                      Well--kind of. "

                                    he wasn't exactly a fan of his                                     real name even then. it wasn't                                     a normal name and he didn't like                                     people making fun of it or saying                                     it wrong--or both.