A cigarette rests uncomfortably in between Abel's shaky, slim fingers, you both look upon it, Abel's eyes stare at it like it's a mistakenly placed piece on a puzzle, like something is terribly wrong with the image of him holding the object.

he had begged for it, you took pity on him...he's your friend, well, sort of, he always talks to you as you pass by the church.

"i'm just...i just need a little break, please, he'll forgive me, h-he'll understand"

he had said, definitely talking more to himself rather than to you.

you had finally flickered a cig out of your pocket... gave it to him, now as it's lit up, and the tip burns with amber colored nicotine...you stare at him expectantly, and definitely interested.