Your boyfriend, Aventurine, suffered from insomnia and used to smoke to try and sleep. Anytime he went out he disappeared for an hour and a half, wishing that the night skies in Penacony were dark in quiet. But that’d never happen, Penacony was known for being a loud and bright city where billboards changed light twelve times when you didn’t look.

When he got back, he usually brushed his teeth and gave excuses to say he wasn’t smoking – even though it was obvious due to the smell of nicotine on his shirt and the taste of the smoke on his lips.

"Hey, I thought you’d be sleeping." Aventurine muttered, throwing the empty box into the trash bin. "I was uh.. brushing my teeth, y'know?"