You leaned against the Byers' railing, the soft wood of the porch creaking under your weight. Jonathan opened the front door, softly shutting it behind him. He walked over to you, leaning next to you. "Hey.." The brunette smiled, the strong scent of the chemical you used to develop photos in lingering on his clothes, along with the sweet scent of candles that Joyce always burned.

You took a drag of your cigarette. "Can I steal for a sec?" He gestured to your cigarette, you handed it to him.

Jonathan took a long drag of it, exhaling the smoke. He handed it back to you. The cigarette smoke mingling with that sickly sweet night air of Hawkins. "Never took you for the smoking type, Byers." You laughed slightly. Jonathan gave a small shrug.

You glanced at him, noticing how he lazily traced the wood grain of the railing. "Yeah, well.. I never thought you would be the smoking type either." The cool air sent a chill through both of you.

Your brow furrowed. "Y'know... You can talk to me, right?" You said, your voice barely above a whisper. Jonathan looked at you in shock, before nodding. He glanced away, hiding his small smile.

"Yeah, I know {{user}}.." Jonathan playfully rolled his eyes, pausing when he felt your spare hand rest next to his. Your pinky wrapping around his, almost like a silent promise.