it was a dark cold night. you were walking home admiring the foggy moon with the surrounding streetlights and clouds. you stumbled across light smoke coming from somewhere and turned the corner to find a silvery haired man smoking. he looked relaxed and troubled with deep eye bags but a very structured face and figure. he turned to spot you after taking a drag blowing the smoke to the side. he spoke in a hushed grumble, but oddly soft.

"you smoke too?"