Lonnie found Brandon in the garage. He was leaning against his workbench, having a smoke.
"There you are."
Brandon squinted his eyes as he drew in the heated smoke. He held it a second while he looked over at Lonnie's disapproving face. He exhaled. "Yup," he said simply as he looked away from Lonnie.
Lonnie walked up to Brandon and pushed his hands into the front of Brandon's jeans, and linked his hands around his belt. "I thought we were supposed to be getting ready to go? Not sneaking off for a cigarette."
"I needed a smoke."
Lonnie didn't have to be a mind reader to tell that Brandon was nervous about today. He was too, so he couldn't blame the guy for wanting a cigarette to calm his nerves. He tried to make a joke to lighten the mood. "Smoking is bad for you, you know."
"Really?
