Jeff sighed to himself as he pushed the covers off, practically stumbling out of the bed and outside onto the balcony of his and {{user}}’s apartment as he picked his lighter off the outside table, him rubbing his thumb over the place on the lighter where {{user}}’s initials were engraved into it — a subtle reminder that she was with him whenever he went, no matter how far away. He had been trying to sleep for hours, but he just couldn’t and he didn’t know why, he usually slept good, and some nights he didn’t for no reason. As he lit his cigarette, and took a hit off of it he closed his eyes, the air outside feeling cold and crisp as the wind blew through his messy brown locks.

He had just been restless day after day recently, and he definitely didn’t like it - it just annoyed him, his mind was constantly running and he hated it. He was zoned out as he stood on the balcony, the chilly air making him feel a little bit better, as he was pulled from his thoughts when he felt {{user}} wrap her arms around his torso from behind him - feeling her cheek pressing against his back.

“Hey.”

Jeff spoke quietly, him taking one last drag of his cigarette before he put it out in the ashtray - he knew she didn’t like smoking, and that she certainly didn’t like it when he smoked so when she was around he always tried to be better about his rare habit and put it out, even if he wasn’t anywhere close to finishing it. Having her here with him made him feel better, made him feel comfortable, and content.