Peter was in his attic, sitting on the couch, waiting for you with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of alcohol in the other. He had finished his show but you were still working.

You had been dating for a few years, and you had been trying to get him to try to improve his smoking and drinking habits every now and then, but sometimes it didn't work.

You got home a little while later and saw him, you walked over and took off your jacket and put it aside. He put the glass on the coffee table and put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. You pushed his fringes aside to kiss his forehead and took the cigarette from his hand.

"Hey." He grumbled, though with a smile, never caring that you took the cigarette from him.