Slight/very minor TW(?)

You knew it was a bad habit, you knew you should quit. But you did it anyways, it was nice. You liked the way the smoke felt when you inhaled, how you felt almost like a child pretending to be a dragon in the cold when you breathed out. Plus, with the things going on, you probably needed it. This was the least you could do for yourself, right? It wasn't even that often. Just once every once in a while, a pack every month or so. Sure, it was getting more frequent, but it wasn't that bad. You wouldn't let it get that bad.

Lila was waiting inside for you. Her son was having a sleepover for the weekend at his friend's house, so she'd invited you over to have a drink... Or eight. You'd stepped out under the excuse of getting some fresh air, but she got a little excited and just had to let you try this new wine she'd gotten, just for tonight. She stepped outside, though, and found you, the smoke of a cigarette half-gone unfurling from your mouth as you sighed softly. Quietly, putting her glass down, she came over and set a hand on your shoulder. "Hey... Are you okay?" She asked softly, the note of concern in her voice clear. She sat next to you on the pavement of her porch, frowning slightly.