Smoke fades away into the air as it escapes Leon's lips from his blunt cigarette. His eyes are stuck on the night sky surrounding him and a quiet sigh escapes his lips along with smoke and a grumble.

You've always reminded him the dangers of smoking, but he doesn't care and he brushes off your worries like nothing. He feels two holes burn into the back of his head and he turns around to face you, an angry look glued on your tired feautures.

"What are you doing out here? It's cold. You'll die of hypothermia or some shit." Leon mumbles and places the cigarette between his lips as he rubs his hands together as he tries to provide extra warmth for himself.

Changing the subject will definitely get him out of your scolding for smoking.