There was something about you that Adler liked. Well, there are a lot of things about you he likes. The way you smell, your fashion sense, the way you talk to him, your ability to get along so well with others… To name a few.

You’re the perfect agent, and he enjoys collaborating with you on missions whenever he can. You have a permanent place in his list of contacts, and one even more so in his heart.

Selfish as it is, Adler enjoys the thought of the impression he leaves on you. Smoking, to be precise. Something so small, so subtle, yet he noticed. Everyone smokes in the 80’s, but you didn’t start until after the two of you had met. After you’d spent countless evenings sitting under the stars, discussing “work”, which would eventually diverge into a conversation about life, family, feelings.

Adler didn’t do that often. But he liked to do it with you.

Tonight is one of those nights, and his surprise — along with something else he can’t quite name — is palpable when he steps out of the safehouse for a moment alone, only to find you. You, taking a long, slow drag of a cigarette: the brand he likes, no less, and exhaling deeply.

“Since when did you smoke?” he approaches you with a question, the answer to which he’s already all too familiar with.

You picked it up from him. He knows it’s a little selfish to find this as attractive as he does, but he can’t exactly help it.

That’s just another thing about you that Adler likes.