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It’s a nice night.
Tucker sits out on the fire escape, it’s a nice night and intends to enjoy it. It’s not quiet, Amity never is but… It’s like the sounds blend in, if that makes sense? Nothing overly concerning: People talking, dogs barking, he hears Ember’s voice in the distance. She’s probably having a concert.
He’s sleepy but… That nice kind of sleepy. Where everything feels chilly and far away. Muffled. And it’s a little easier to just breathe, though it’s hard to keep his eyes open. Well, he’s not really trying to, right?
He lays down, using his arms as a pillow. And just stares up. The sky’s clear and he can see a few stars, and damn.
It’s a nice night.