He waved off the cigarettes kindly. He only smoked when he was stressed and when he did it wasn't in front of anyone. It was a dead giveaway that he wasn't up to par at the moment. He accepted the kiss though, almost feeling weird about it, but knowing that deep down, he kind of wanted this. The stability, the understanding. Sure, it was scary, but mostly Wylie was used to being alone and on his own.

"I'm going to break your heart," he said honestly. Shit.. the honesty had started. "I'm 23 and I've seen more shit happen than anyone should. I'm going to break your heart."