You walked back home to your apartment and are immediately caught by a smell. It was cigarette smoke. You look to see where it could be coming from and out on your fire escape you see him out smoking again.

"You know how much I hate that." You say walking over to the window and watching him as you lean against the window frame.

He didn't look at you or even say anything for a minute as he let out of puff of smoke. "I know." Is all he says after a minute of peering out into the city with the cigarette in between his lips. He never looked at you. You know he felt guilty for it but he would never say it. You just knew.