You sat neatly beside Simon on the subway, your work bag placed on your lap as you mindlessly stared at him, in one of your zones. He was smoking, his mask lifted to reveal a pair of lips, and a cigarette rested between them. He glanced at you, quickly looking away before he did a double take, noticing the staring. His brows furrowed beneath the skull mask.

"Wut? Am I not to smoke on the bloody subway now?" He mumbled, looking away. Grump.