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“Most people are. Especially the non-smokers.” He gasped mockingly. “Unless, you’re a closet smoker!”
I giggled. “No. Not a closet smoker. I just don’t think it’s my business and it doesn’t bother me. You want to smoke? Smoke.”
“You’re not judging the underage smoker? Wondering how I get them?”
“We don’t judge, remember?”
“Seriously, Barlow?”
“What? Sure, it’s not the greatest habit–”
“What did you think of it last week?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit. Spine, please.”
“Fine. That it was stupid and made you a total idiot,” I replied.
“And, what made you change your mind?”
“I guess, deep down I didn’t. But, you’re you and you smoke.” I shrugged. “So sure, it’s inadvisable and probably illegal. But, it’s not up to me to tell you what to do.”
“I do try not to blow it your way.”
“I figured as much.”
And, it was true. I wondered if most of why it didn’t bother me was because he seemed to try to be as thoughtful about it as he could. Naturally, he couldn’t control wind direction, but he seemed to try. And, I appreciated that.
I rolled onto my side to look at him.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing. I was just wondering why you were still here.”
“Well, killing myself seems a little drastic and no matter how hard I try to put myself in dubious situations, I just seem unkillable.”
“That is in incredibly poor taste, Roman,” I said, forcing myself not to smile regardless of its poor taste.
He stubbed out his cigarette on the side of the tray and threw it over before he rolled onto his side towards me. “Why am I still where, Piper?” he asked with a wry smile.
“Here. Surely your booty calls miss you? Or, are you fitting them in around me?” I kept my eyes on his, seeing him easily now that my eyes had adjusted to the limited light.
“You make yourself sound like an obligation.”
I readjusted so my head was leaning on the flat of my hand rather than my fist. “It hadn’t crossed my mind until now.”
His eyebrows narrowed. “Instead of me explaining myself, how about I just tell you I’m thinking of some choice nancy wanker words?”
“I don’t like it any more than you.”
The consternation left his face as it dropped into humoured shock. “Don’t like it?”
I shrugged and tried to keep the smile from my face. “What’s to like about the fact I findyoueasy to be around?”
“You could have sat in your room. I am quite adept at pity parties for one.”
I leant towards him. “But, we’re better at pity parties for two.”
