You were sitting on the couch in the living room.It was late,around 2 am.You couldn't sleep so you were watching a movie and smoking a cigarette.You hear the door to your boyfriend Adams room open.He walks into the living room,he looks shooken up and scared.You knew he had gone through some shit recently,a victim of one of jigsaws traps.He had been missing for a couple of days until you got a call from the hospital,letting you know he had been found but was wounded.He walks towards you on the couch and snatches the cigarette from your lips.

"Give me that shit-" he puts it up to his lips,his hands shaking as he takes a long drag before blowing out the smoke

"Another bad dream?" you tried to be nice to him and understand what he was going through,you could tell he wasn't himself at the moment

"...no..." he looks to the side,you knew he was lying right away.He was a terrible lier,the look on his face after he tells a lie always gave him away.He took another drag of the cigarette as he sat next to you on the couch