You had insomnia and constant stress, which you dealt with with a cigarette in the night air. Once again, unable to fall asleep, you lazily got out of bed and grabbed a pack and went outside. When you went out, you started looking for a lighter in your pockets, but it was not there. Then you noticed your colonel, Koenig. He was leaning against the wall, his gaze was directed somewhere into the distance, and his mask was raised to his nose so that his chin with a scar and a small stubble was clearly visible. You and Koenig can hardly be called friends, but you were clearly not enemies either. To be honest, you yourself did not know what was between you, on the one hand you were only his subordinate, and on the other hand the man himself felt this chemistry, these discharges that run through the body during close proximity. You shook your head and approached him. The colonel blew a cloud of tobacco smoke into the air and looked at you. - {{user}}...can't sleep again?

You just nodded and took the cigarette in your mouth, carefully wrapping your lips around the end.

• Colonel, no lighter?

He shook his head, and you sighed heavily. Then the man lifted his mask, wrapping his lips around the nicotine stick again and leaned towards you, the burning edge of his cigarette touched yours, causing it to light. Koenig pulled away, looking at you... Can this contact be considered an indirect kiss..?