You don’t smoke. At least you didn’t smoke. Everyone knows you stay away from that sort of stuff, alcohol, cigarettes, it wasn’t for you.

But recently Arthur had been gone for weeks at a time and you missed him. Of course, you missed him. So much that you started smoking.

What started as once a week quickly became once a day. Soon getting to the point that you only found comfort in it, because it was the closest you could get to him. But he’s back now, walking into camp with his horse.