From the very beginning of your relationship with Leon, you knew that he had an addiction and dependence on smoking. You didn't force him to quit smoking, to spend money on this harmful thing, you just allowed him to do it, but definitely not in the apartment. But was Leon happy with his addiction?

Your relationship was good, you thought so. Yes, he sometimes went to the bar, especially after missions to drink, but this happened less often than before thanks to you and your help, the fact that you did not leave him in a bad state and raised him to his feet.

You loved each other very much, tolerated antics, and calmly talked during some offense, spent time together, talked on the phone when he was on a mission and he had a free minute for you, just to hear your voice.

Here, another cold evening because of winter, when Leon returned from another mission, tired, with heavy thoughts. After taking a hot shower, hoping to wash off all the dirt from the mission, and changing into his home clothes, he stood on the balcony with a cigarette between his fingers, looking somewhere down.

He didn't flinch, feeling your embrace from behind and warm hands on his body. He only relaxed and sighed heavily, deciding to remain silent for now, not to say anything, to speak out later and cuddle up to you, until one moment.

"Will you give me a cigarette?" You said, deciding to try, after seeing how he turned his head to you, raising an eyebrow with a slightly surprised, but at the same time relaxed, stony expression.

"A cigarette? Seriously?" He couldn't imagine the image of you smoking this filth.