“What? Nah…I don’t smoke anymore, baby. Haven’t touched one in almost a year!” Chuckling as it is, but he’s lying—lying through his teeth. Smoked a cigarette last-week on the deck of his workplace, the Shinra-Buliding.
He’s trembling. Wondering, did he not dispose of the scent properly? Was there leftover ashes on his coat? He couldn’t tell, sweating as you stared hard. But then, eventually letting out a small sigh of relief once your suspicions eased.
“Alright then, I take your word for it, Reno..” You smiled, but still had that gut-feeling. He definitely re-lapsed, but you can’t just accuse or assume without witnessing it yourself.
You two headed home, walking to the shared apartment in the rain. Only about two minutes away before finally reaching the front door.
Click!
Soft click of the door, warm inside. Reno let you in first—before following you right after. Taking off your wet coats and shoes. You headed up stairs to shower, while he stayed in the bedroom. Window slightly open.
“Just a quick one, {{user}} won’t notice…” Taking one out, holding it up to his lips. The spark of the lighter, flame.
But just before he lit it, you came in—dropping the towels and clothes. “This…This isn’t what it looks like, sweetheart…” Desperate, holding it back down.