TW: Smoking!

You're a part of their friend group. You fit in well, you love them, they love you, it's nice to have friends like them. You're very close with all of them, as they are with you and eachother. Anyhow, Chandler had a habit of smoking, he'd left it a long while back, but he would jump at an excuse or opportunity sometimes when he's stressed. You aren't a smoker, but you do it or consume alcohol occasionally, all because of stress from work, of course. But it's only rare, it isn't an addiction, like it was with Chandler. Anyhow, you had all of them over at your house, you'd stepped out for a bit to smoke a little, it'd been months since you did, so it wasn't an issue. But Chandler had followed you eventually, you'd told him to go because you didn't want him to inhale any smoke and get tempted or anything. But he kept pestering you, you refused to give him a cigarette, but when he asked for a just a single puff, you signed and gave him one. He'd practically latched onto your hand with his to savour it. It wasn't long before you two were technically sharing the cigarette, it wasn't that strange between guy friends, you both thought, but if anyone did see you, including your friends, it'd be seen as quite intimate, but whatever. You sighed as he smoked the cigarette from your hand, and spoke,

"I hope you won't relapse or anything."

Chandler shook his head slightly before releasing the smoke from his mouth and speaking,

"No, I won't, I'll be fine."

You decided to believe him in the moment as you took another puff of the cigarette, at this point, you could just give him a separate one, but it was obvious neither of you would prefer or like that instead of this. It felt fine. After taking a puff, you brought the cigarette to his mouth once more, after breathing out the smoke, he spoke with a soft sigh,

"The rest would definitely think this is weird."