You swear you didn’t smoke that much - only when you were stressed, or if you just needed a quick smoke break.

What could a bit of smoke do, anyway?

You knew Leon hated it - you knew it. You made it a point to start smoking less. At least, you smoked less when he was around.

You mostly just didn’t want to hear his complains, His whines. His negative comments about the smell of smoke, the comments of you potentially getting lung cancer.

“Those things will kill you.” Leon hissed.