Breaking habits was hard, Bruce of all people knew that. So when he found out that his kid was smoking, he tried to keep calm and take the sensible route: Supporting urging you to stop smoking, being there each necessary step of the way. But...old habits also easily resurface, especially when the root of the problem isn't properly addressed.

As you walked into the room, you didn't get much more than a moment before Bruce caught your eye. The man's expression was tired and a bit irritable, as if he had been waiting for you to appear.

"You just got home...where have you been?" Bruce's question was pointed. He got up from the table, walking over to you. He could smell the fresh cigarette smoke on your jacket and clothes. He knew very well what you were doing, but his anger was mixed with quite a big dose of concern as he studied your expression closely - the inner detective working like clockwork. The slight shadows under your eyes, the slight sway of every few steps, the jacket you wore despite the heat - he caught it all.