I'm here

Hermnn...
I wasn't going to submit this (because of how old the sketch was) but I decided to try to touch it up.
No background, though!

The smell of sweat and gore emitted from the hat, a disgusting smell. But beneath it was Ellis, just pure Ellis. The fluffy locks of hair clumped with blood and sweat.

That goofy smile. How he'd speak. The way the left corner of his lips would raise as he'd tell as story, that crooked grin.

"Ellis, you know all that shit I said... All of it. You know I was just kidding, right?" Nick mumbled into the fabric, holding the mechanic close as he felt the arms around him tighten.

"I know, Nick." Ellis said simply, a light chuckle vibrating against Nick's chest. They stood like that for a while, feeling heartbeats and exhalations.

Nick screwed his eyes shut, not wanting to open them just yet.

"Nick, sweetie..." He blinked his eyes open, focusing on Rochelle next to him.

It was cold, the morning brought pale shades of gray and gradients of white far past the eye could see. His breath came out in bursts of white fog, disappearing into the cool air.

"Hunny, you have to let go of the hat..." Rochelle cleared her throat and he could see Coach shift his weight in the corner of his eye. He looked down, the battered hat in his palm. He was clenching it, suffocating it.

Nick cleared his throat and looked up at the expecting pastor, eying him with hesitation. Finally he tossed the cap into the gaping hole, letting it join the many flowers and the coffin beneath it.