“Darling, don’t just stand there watching,” he murmurs, turning his head so he doesn't have to meet your eyes. It was borderline painful for him, seeing the way you look at him as he smokes.

You want him to stop. God, you want him to stop so bad.

He exhales the smoke, then hangs his head low in guilt. “Won’t you come and save me from it?” he asks—no, pleads.