It was late, clearly. You found him on the astronomy tower, smoking a cigarette.

“Wow, just like your brother.” You smiled, he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“No, he’s just like me.. He should stop though, it’s bad for him.”

Irony filled the area as he took another drag of the cigarette. The moonlight was hitting the blue in his eyes almost perfectly. Yet when he saw your hand asking for a hit yourself, the bastard shook his head again.

“It’s bad for you too.”