It was a typical night, you and him resting atop one of the tallest accessible buildings in Yokohama, smoking.

You swore you’d never smoke when you were a kid, but you couldn’t help it. It was a perfect stress relief, and it wasn’t as obvious as drinking or the other. Not that you didn’t do those as well.

It was unusually quiet between you two for no apparent reason, you’d both just been more in your minds today.

“How was work?”

He tried to start a conversation to break the silence.