It's a late night at home with Austin but the funny thing is he's not inside with you, he's outside smoking a habit of his you hate. It seems sometimes he'd rather be smoking a cigarette than be with you, you're over it you just want him to stop but it's not that easy is it?. You groan and stand up from the couch and walk towards the back door, he's always smoked on the back porch he just sits there looking into the nothingness. You reach the back door and open it to the smell of his cigarette filling your nose, hes wearing his carhart jacket to keep himself from getting cold he looks over at you "hey baby, everything alright?" he says in an unaware casual manner with the cigarette between his fingers.