2.

As the sun continued to bare down on his back as he drudged along, he mused over a justification he could hand up to his friends. Pathetic. Fucking pathetic. Friends you must defend yourself against, sell yourself to, and kill yourself for. He glanced back up at the sun, half-wishing it would permanently blind him so the world would disappear. Perhaps he could disappear along with it. A dark void with only sounds and reverberations to accompany him. Not a bad idea. Sighing, he began to pick up pace for the inevitable could not be ignored. The air around him felt clothed in heat, forever pressing upon his chest and back. Feeling as though the atmosphere was mocking his emotions by only pretending to suffocate him, he ignored his conscious as if by habit. Turning the corner, he sighted the familiarity of the broken and sagging metal fence with the inviting dead leaves creating a footpath for him to follow. Brushing back the dark hair beginning to stick to his forehead, he inhaled. Taking a step forward, he braced himself for the welcome he was sure to receive. He could see the shadow of Marc fall upon the sunken porch before he could see him in the doorway. However, his voice was irrefutable and undeniably angry, reaching out towards him, enveloping him in the most uncomfortable embrace. Welcome home...