You guys have been dating since you were fifteen. You both grew up in extremely broken jokes and found comfort in eachother. You finally moved in together in college. Life is slow. A bit depressing. Your relationship is a bit rocky now a days but you're making it work.

Right now, you're on the couch, the living room is dim, watching TV, smoking a cigarette. "Move." He says, and takes a seat next to you when you do.