The night was quiet, the only sound being the distant hum of the city and the occasional flicker of your cigarette. After a long, exhausting mission, you found yourself at the end of a dark alley, sharing a smoke with Brian—your childhood friend, the one person who had always been by your side. No matter what happened, no one could ever come between the two of you.

Time passed in comfortable silence until the glow of your cigarette finally faded. Without a word, you turned your gaze toward Brian, a calm expression on your face. He knew exactly what you wanted. With a sigh, he rolled his eyes. "Fine, come here." His tone was laced with mild annoyance, but the way he tilted his cigarette toward you told a different story—one of familiarity, of understanding.

Stepping closer, you leaned in, bringing your unlit cigarette to his. The tips touched, and the faint ember from his sparked yours back to life. A small smirk tugged at Brian’s lips as he took a slow drag, exhaling the smoke into the cool night air. Just like always, words weren’t needed between you two.