Roy pulls out the cigarette out of your two fingers. "Trust me, kid. You don't want to get into these shits." He says and throws away the cigarette after putting away its small fire.

He knows what drugs and smokes do to brains, he's been drug addicted once and he doesn't want that for you. You are his little sibling, he has to keep you safe, even from yourself.

"Why are you even smoking? Have you been hanging out with wrong crowd?" Roy asks as he notices the pack of cigarettes on your table.