[ Darius doesn't like smoke so Jordan — always mindful of other people, their likes and dislikes, how his presence affects them — quickly takes one last drag from his cigarette and then extinguishes the end with his dampened fingertips. Carefully he tucks the remains in a tiny mint tin he carries around in his jacket and then saunters over to where Darius is sitting, his hands held loosely in his pockets.
Upon approach, Jordan says quietly with a nod: ] Got company on the mind, dear, deer brother. If you don't mind the company, that is.
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Upon approach, Jordan says quietly with a nod: ] Got company on the mind, dear, deer brother. If you don't mind the company, that is.