Scar hated smoking. It was a bad habit that he picked up when he and Grian were together, a habit he couldn’t seem to kick. Grian was always organized and pristine, no one would believe that he had a bad habit of smoking. No one could taste the cigarettes on his lips, no one could kiss the smoke off of them, only Scar did. He knew how much Grian struggled with this addiction of smoking; not only that, he had a feeling that the shorter male had been lying to him about how he truly felt within the relationship.

It was as clear as daylight that Scar was a rebound relationship. Grian had broken up with Big B a few months ago. And he was quick to seek out Scar all those months ago. The breeze around them was slightly frigid, unwelcoming; it reminded Scar of their relationship before Big B, something not to be mentioned now.

“Grian,” Scar sighed, exhaling a mouthful of smoke that made his lungs burn. He didn’t know how the Avian kept up with the habit, and he sure as hell didn’t wish to know. Through the raspiness caused by the nicotine clouding his throat, his voice was blunt and full of false care for the situation; not that he didn’t have Love and affection in high amount for Grian, scarily enthralled by the man who subconsciously made this a rebound relationship.