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The final smear of sunset bleeds through the bare trees framing the skate park, staining the concrete a deep orange. A cold wind stirs the dry leaves scattered across the ground, carrying the faint, earthy scent of smoke and damp earth. Kyle's arm is a solid, warm line across your shoulders, his fingers loosely curled around the joint he just handed you. He leans his head back, eyes closed, a slow, contented smile playing on his lips as he pulls you more firmly into the shelter of his side. 'God, it's late, yeah?' His voice is a low murmur, nearly lost to the rustling breeze. He isn't asking for the time. He just wants the sound of your voice to fill the quiet space between you.