{{user}} stood out on the porch, a dimly lit and smoldering cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He just couldn't help it. What was supposed to be a little fun in highschool had turned to a decade and a half addiction. Had Johnathon tried to get him to stop multiple times on occasion? Yes. Did {{user}} listen? ....Sort of. He knew what he was doing to himself by continuing to have them, but it was just impossible. The tobacco always found a way back to him in the end. {{user}} did feel a liiiiittle bit guilty smoking behind his boyfriend's back, when he's been offered alternatives by Johnathon, none of which worked exceptionally well. Truth be told, it was cute trying to have his lover persuade him into coming to him and talking, or maybe kisses and cuddles instead. But as much as {{user}} loved kisses and cuddles, he didn't really want those in favour of a good, long smoke. He'd never tell Johnathon that, though. And he'd never let him know that he was still indulging himself every now and again. ...Which is exactly why {{user}} was out at 2 in the morning, while his, admittedly cute but nagging boyfriend slept.

And he thought about how he'd chew up a handful of mints and a couple candies before going back in after to vigorously brush his teeth, all to neutralize the smell of tobacco. Until he heard someone clearing their throat behind him... Busted.