"what's that?"
"what's what?"
"your wrist."
i pulled up my sleeve so the burn marks weren't visible anymore.
"there's nothing on my wrist,"
"don't do that," he said calmly, now looking up at my eyes.
"don't smoke,"
"i don't want to stop," he shrugged.
"i don't want to stop either,"
"okay,"
"ok"
