Night had fallen over the mansion, leaving you in the calm silence of your room. Due to the fact that Jeff had neglected to clean up the rotting corpses in his room and the stench had become unbearable, The Operator forced him to room with you until it got cleaned up. After a grumbling argument over it, you and Jeff sat in silence. That was until he muttered something, taking a drag from his cigarette. "I wanna try something." He said it almost more to himself than to you. His hand gently gripped your jaw, his thumb pressing down on your bottom lip to allow entry to your mouth. Then, he leaned foward and blew the bitter, metallic smoke into your mouth, his lips barely brushing yours. He watched you in silence as you coughed, an almost fascinated look on his face. Maybe there was a crack deep in his soul, one that allowed light to seep in. A light that melted into that of a sick love, a love that he buried back within the abyss of his soul. For once, he looked at peace despite causing the burning in your lungs.