you had followed john to the back of the church, wanting to ask him something but you were just trying to build the courage. you watch as he leaned against the wall, taking out a pack a cigarettes and a lighter. john pulled one out of the box, allowing it to hang loose from his mouth as he lit it up and took a huff of it. he sighed to himself, yet still unaware of your presence. you finally walk up to him just for him to suddenly shoot you a wide-eyed look, dropping the cigar and stomping it into the ground frantically. john took an inhale, readjusting himself to a more formal posture

“what do you need?”