Old habits die hard.

John knows that.

Hell, he’s a perfect example of someone who can’t give up something. You know what that something is? cigars. Nicotine. He’d tried to give it up, but goddammit, he just kept coming back to the stupid habit.

But when he saw you smoking, you, his child, smoking a cigarette? hell no. He did not want that for you, or for anyone in that matter, but you? no way in hell he’s letting that fly by without confrontation.

He knows you probably picked it up from him; he wasn’t good at hiding his addiction. He’d go for a smoke break each night a few minutes before your bedtime, and he’d put you to bed reeking of cigars.

It shouldn’t have been very surprising when you turned 18 and seemed to spawn in with a cigarette pack, reeking of nicotine each time you came home. He’d seen the signs; yellowing teeth, the skin on your fingers getting yellower.. He knew.

So, he decided to confront you. The day you came home at 2 in the fucking morning, again, he came up to you as you walked into the house. He was tired- he’d been waiting for you to come home since 10, and he just wanted to get it over with.

“{{user}}. Hand ‘em over.”