He stood up and put his hands in his pockets. He started walking towards his car. "I'm gonna head to my place. You can come, I honestly couldn't care less."
Aaron nodded. --At the bench-- He was a statue. He looked like a hyper-realistic carving. His condition haunted him, making him have audio centred hallucinations.
It took him a moment to remember something. He sighed and leaned back again, this time closing his eyes and lowering his head. He felt tears brimming his eyes. --Meanwhile-- Aaron turned to Violet. "I bet you're wondering what's wrong with him."
"So..." Seth muttered. He glanced over for about a second and stared back up at the sky. "Did you hear that!?" His back straightened and he had a surprised look on his face.
"Are you alright?" he asked in a very monotone voice. --Meanwhile-- Aaron sat in the tree with a constant smug grin on his face. "This is going perfectly," he stated quietly.
He stood up slowly, and jumped off his knees. He swiped some dirt off his pants and back. "It's fine." He'd dropped his cigarette and it burned a hole through the back of his shirt. Oddly enough, it was a large-ish hole.