[Indeed, familiar, and noteworthy for its rarity compared to other vices. He sees the orange glow, and the first lung of smoke, and inhales deeply as though to scent it from here. Catches only the sea air, the bitterness of the leaf he's pinched apart. Rim of green under his thumbnail.]
Here to commune with the Maker?
[An outline, emerging from a gap in the foliage. The shadow resolves: only Leander, dressed down, mussed in the way that speaks of a recent bath—barefooted, too, his shoes left alongside the bench.]
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Here to commune with the Maker?
[An outline, emerging from a gap in the foliage. The shadow resolves: only Leander, dressed down, mussed in the way that speaks of a recent bath—barefooted, too, his shoes left alongside the bench.]
Or only with yourself?