She glanced up, her glasses perched delicately on the end of her nose. She frowned, her gaze almost wary. “Hey.”
He came out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist. He immediately paused, noting the cigarette in her hand. "Is that mine?"
She sniffled, shaking her head as she stood up. “But you... couldn’t bring yourself to throw it away.”
She shook her head, pressing the cigarette into his hands as she passed, moving around the bed to go to her side. "Fine. Fine."