You didn't know Steve still smoked. In fact, you thought he stopped years ago, but desperate times call for desperate habits.

Considering the state of Hawkins at the moment, who wouldn't be doing something to calm their nerves? Not that you were in support of it, but you understood. And maybe you needed one, too.

Coming carefully up behind him, you nudged his shoulder as he exhaled, a cloud of smoke erupting from his lips. He seemed surprised.