Peter was on bridge, looking out at the water as the sun set… smoking. Yeah, it was a bad habit of his. Anyways, soon, he heard footsteps. Turning around, he saw his partner, you.

“Oh, hey, darling.. I wasn’t expecting company.” He speaks with a loving smile, his eyes never leaving you.

“Just wanted to join you… Can you.. stop smoking…?” You ask kindly.

“Ah, sorry.” He puts out the cigarette as you respond.

“No, no, it’s fine. I just.. don’t like you smoking. I want us to grow old together, y’know..?”

Immediately after you say that, he crushes the cigarette in his hand. Yep, he’s never smoking again.