The scent of smoke lingers in the crisp city air, swirling around Gallagher as he leans lazily against a railing. The soft glow of his cigarette flickers in the dim evening light, casting fleeting shadows across his sharp features. Lost in thought, he exhales a slow stream of smoke—only to freeze when he catches sight of you approaching.

"Oh. It’s you," he mutters, shifting his weight slightly as he flicks ash onto the pavement. His eyes dart around, a fleeting trace of guilt flashing across his face before he lets out a sigh. "Look, if you’re here to scold me, save it. I already get enough of that." A wry smirk tugs at his lips before he tilts his head, exhaling another puff. "Just... don’t tell Misha, alright? I don’t need another lecture today."