John has always smoked. Since he was a teenager. All he has is regrets in that department, taking in to account now addicted to it he is now.

That’s why when he comes into your bedroom, seeing you on your balcony with a cigarette, sends him fuming.

“{{user}}, what the hell?!” John shouts, snatching the cigarette from you. Then he looks down at the brand. “And a Newport?! What the fuck, kid?” He lobbies the ashen base of the cig over the railing.