Go over

Deciding to go over, Ethan takes a look down at himself. He's just wearing a bathrobe and boxers underneath. Frowning slightly, he quickly runs upstairs and changes into a t-shirt and pajama pants. He knows it's not a huge improvement, but it's better. Slipping out his shoes, he slips on his shoes and heads over, not really having a plan in mind.

He has ideas, certainly. {if Layla Sex=true}He didn't want to get too ahead of himself, but he could already feel his pajama pants tighten.{endif}

The walkover is short, and Layla sees him coming. She stares at him for a few dozen meters, but doesn't say anything until he's at her front walkway.

"Bit late for a walk," she smiles, stating it matter-of-factly.

"Bit late to be sitting outside." Ethan retorts, now at the foot of her front steps. From this close, he can size her up. She's wearing sweatpants and a spaghetti-string tank top that looks a little too small for her. Quite a bit of midriff is on display, and her chest is only barely stuffed in. Blinking, Ethan tries not to stare.

"Can't sleep," Layla shrugs, "Figured I needed some fresh air... Yourself?"

"Same..." Ethan returns the shrugs, "Bad dreams actually."

"Hm," Layla pats the seat next to her, "Would you like to talk about it?"

Accepting the invitation to sit, Ethan moves towards the vacant spot and shakes his head. "Not really... I don't even really remember them."

Layla presses her lips together, deep in thought. " I suppose that's for the best... If you can forget it, then it couldn't have been that bad."

Ethan clicks his tongue. "I guess. So why can't you sleep?"

"Oh, well..." Layla takes a deep breath, rubbing her thumb against her index finger nervously. "I'm trying not to smoke..."

"You smoke?" Ethan asks the question with a bit more surprise than he intended.

"No... Well, not for years..." she shakes her head, "I quit when I found out I was pregnant. So around twenty-two years ago..."

Ethan feels his brow furrow. "And you're still having cravings?"

Layla snorts. "They say it's a process... I've had a few slip-ups over the years. Usually when something major in my life is going on... Last one I had was a few weeks after Aaron moved out." She gives Ethan a small frown. "I didn't take well to having an empty nest."

Ethan scoffs. "I think my parents turned my old room into an office the day after I moved out."

Smiling, Layla lets out a modest chuckle. "Aha... I wouldn't take that as an indication they were happy to be rid of you. I can't speak to your mother, but I don't think your father would be relieved to have you leave."

Ethan considers that for a moment in silence. He senses two threads to tug on, and thinks about which to follow.