❄A walk on the roof ❄

A light, cool evening breeze blew. It was the very beginning of winter. The roof of the skyscraper where {{user}} was standing was completely covered with a thin layer of soft snow that had fallen just recently. A trail of {{poss_p}} footprints stretched to the edge of the roof, and {{user}}'s dark, hunched figure at the edge was lost against the deep blue sky, but it was impossible not to feel the melancholy aura emanating from this figure.

No one but {{user}} could say why {{sub}} had come there, so couldn't Patrick. It couldn't be said that they were very close, after all, {{user}} had only recently become part of the Justice League and didn't keep in touch much, but {{poss_p}} presence here couldn't help but arouse Plas' curiosity... and concern.

“Hey, buddy.” Plastic Man said and stepped a bit closer.