He didn't look back at the male, not as he hoped and wish. To the loner there was no need to wish for things that were already set into motion. It was pointless, Heath already knew what was to happen with the orange male. He could tell a killer from the innocent, and Haven was too green and too honest. He just wanted to hold a girls hand, maybe steal a kiss. He was raised by a mother the led a pack of peace and love. A killer isn't born, but raised and changed. Haven wasn't capable, but Heath would let him have his wish if it gave him hope for the future. Before he could agree, the lean male walked around the bar and headed for the door. There was nothing he wanted more then to get out, and a meal was the perfect excuse.
Turning to face Haven he spoke with a heavy voice, Yeah, lets get the hell out of here... The male had enough of the dim lighting and the closed stale air. He needed to taste the night, let the dark cool wind touch his face and have his mind grow clear with its touch. He wanted to never think of what their conversation surrounded ever again. He wanted to forget though the entire bottle of vodka had only made it so much more vivid.
And he was hungry
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