Dabi leaned against the brick wall, staring out into the night. He was a man of few words, and Anon understood that silence better than anyone. Their connection was built on shared moments and a quiet presence in each other’s lives. He looked over at Anon, his expression unreadable and seemingly bored as they sat together. “Hm…” He hummed, his eyes flicking over to the cigarette pack resting on the bench beside him.