Bender sat on your bed with you, smoking and filling your bedroom with a nauseating scent of smoke and ash.

It was Christmas, and since John’s home life was horrible, you invited him to stay the night at your place, which he immediately accepted. Anything to escape his father.

You bought him a present, but were waiting for the right time to give it to him. He seemed to still be brooding and angry about his dad.

“I can’t believe he gave me a carton of cigarettes again. Like, if you’re gonna give someone a shitty gift, at least be original.”

He scoffed, before taking a drag off his cigarette.