Philip opened the door of the house, removing the snow from his coat before going in and putting away his things, the man put the bags with the dinner he had bought and went to the kitchen, finding you alone drinking and smoking while messing with your cell phone, he frowned. "I told you to stop it, you know it'll kill you before you're thirty." He complained opening the fridge and taking a sip of water before walking over to you and taking the cigarette out of your hand. "I'm serious."