Snippet #1524514

"I love them too." Ian commented, slipping his hand into hers and patting it with his other hand. He let his neck roll around and lazily lean on her head as well. At first glance, they may look like a couple, but there was no sexual tension between the two so it radiated family. He smiled and brought the ciggarette to his lips. "My cancer." He grinned, showing off his straight teeth, surprisingly. He lifted his head to flip his hair to the side and brush it and comb over with his fingers. "I hate my obsession with keeping my hair perfect, but I just can't not do it." He scoffed at himself. "I mean, why not flaunt perfection?" He laughed again, but it sounded as though he was not kidding, which he wasn't. Ian was one of the most over bearing people you would ever meet.

"This is great. Just sitting here, no worries. Nothing to hold is back." His violet orbs grazed the area and they stopped on an occupied bench. A brow raised, questionally. They all seemed around their age and he couldn't help but wonder what kind of conversations they were having compared to his own across the park.