Vincent didn’t like when you smoke. He didn’t like the thought of such a bad habit of his influencing you.

When the two of you moved in together, he made it a quiet habit of sneaking off to the balcony after you’ve fallen asleep or before you wake up to light a quick smoke. Sometimes you’d wake up and join him, your pretty eyes silently begging him to let you have a little hit.

And so it was this time, as you quietly slipped onto the balcony, wearing Vincent's warm sweater.