They were too close to the city for stars but the same moon he could’ve seen from his bedroom window held an impossible brilliance framed by the crumbling concrete. It demanded attention, despite how diffcult it was to pry his eyes from the visage of the boy gliding up the stairs, gait always on the precipice of falling over, eager to see more.

Neither of them knew if it was the whiskey or just them but they burned a heat comparable to the sun.