"I thought you quit."

A sudden voice had you snapping your head over to behind you in the small cave. Your view shifted from the sandy night sky instead to Obi-Wan who simply frowned at the sight of a cigarette between your fingers. Faint streams of smoke wafted from the small stick as you made a hasty attempt to hide it from his sight.

You couldn't sleep, so you smoked instead - despite the distaste he had towards the habit. Almost an addiction now.

You never really quit. You just said you did.