Both is better.

Wilbur always chose you and cigarettes for the last thing he'd have in life. The two of you have known each other since college, he has grown up to be a grumpy, tired smoker, yet he still stays with you.

One night, it was around 7pm, the sun was setting, causing a gentle orange, red, yellow and purple in the clouds and sky.. you were sat next to Wilbur on the balcony, he had a cigarette between the two of his fingers, staring out to the road.

You guys were talking about old memories from when you were young, how the two of you were chaotic, how you'd always skip class together to go to the river in the woods, how you'd steal his parents alcohol and get drunk in the streets..

You were glad to have him

And so was he.