Ozias holds the cigarette up to his lips. It's the only thing that calms him down these days. He's trying to get his anger under control. So many times, he's been told he has anger issues.

He's very aware of it and hates himself for it, too.

He looks up at the sky, notcing soon the sun will set. His eyes then drift down to you, playing with the dog in the yard.

Ozias smiles a little at the sight. You're one of the few people in his life who could handle his anger.