Farewell: Wylie/Damon

He stood outside Damon's place, a backpack resting on the porch, while his bike was waiting in the drive with a few more things strapped to it. Smoking had never been a habit of his but when he was stressed, he tended to buy a pack and chain smoke for a few hours and then quit all over again. He figured that really wasn't too good for him, but what did he care? Wylie waited, not going inside, knowing Damon would know he was there and he know he was on his way to New York.