There was a small swing set out back. A screen door. Common little place. I sat down just inside the tree line and tried to slow my heart. This was the hardest part.
Stress tires a person out more than walking.
Simply sitting still can wear a person down until they can no longer function. I figured about every two hours, he'd feel the need to light one up. Especially if his parents didn't want him smoking inside. My mind, in a brief attack of paranoia said he could climb out the second story window and perch on the roof. However, I dismissed the thought.