He was so used to smoking alone. He didn't have anyone, not really at least. He slept around so no lady ever stayed longer than a night, he didn't really talk to coworkers, he didn't have any family to keep in touch with, so overall his options were slim. He smiles alone and he thought that was about the end of that. But then you showed up. Everything felt a little different when you were around but a good different.

He was outside his apartment just leaning against the side of the building as he lights himself a cigarette and takes a drag from it. He glances over hearing your footsteps and cracks a small smile but hides it away. He takes out another cigarette and offers it to you. "You smoke? I could use a little company.* He admitted the last part a little more softly.