leon walked into his shared home with his boyfriend, he called out his name, until he went to the bedroom, spotting the patio door slightly ajar.

he opened it walking out. “{{user?}}” he calls out, looking for his boyfriend, until he spots him in the grass, laying down looking at the stars.. except.. he’s smoking. again. he felt his smile drop from his face. his boyfriend had just recently promised him he’d quit, like he’s told him over and over again. leon dosent mind {{user}} smoking weed, it’s just nicotine he has a strong issue with. yet {{user}} got unlucky, inheriting the addiction jeans in the family, he was always around nicotine and weed, it’s all he’s ever known for comfort.

leon walked over to where you where, sitting down next to you. “i thought you were quitting..?” he said, a small hint of disappointment laced in his voice, along with hurt.