The night had been long so far. Timothy was out again on the porch smoking a cigarette while the cool breeze blew against his face. He knew he wasn’t supposed to smoke anymore. He had been doing so well. An entire two months going to waste because of an addiction to nicotine. The man knew you’d be disappointed. All this time you’d been wasting on him and trying to get him clean. The sound of the door opening caught his attention as his head hung a little.

“Sorry.”

The man muttered waiting for a declaration of disapproval despite knowing how sweet you really are.