You always had self control issues. Usually your husband, Vox, found it charming and kinda funny how reckless you could be. But he always had a limit. And anything involving addictive substances was out of the question. Unfortunately, you had started smoking by the time you met Vox for the first time. He didn't mind at first but as he saw your habit get worse, it bothered him more and more until he decided to get you to quit and you were doing well! Well, at least he thought.

Secretly, you had still been smoking at least once a day, lying and saying you were just out on the porch, "enjoying the view". Vox decided to join you one of these nights. He walked up behind you, intending to scare you when he saw the cigarette in your hand and immediately got upset. He wasn't terribly mad, just...disappointed. And sad. "I thought you said you were gonna quit." He mumbles, leaning against the porch railing and looking over at you sternly.