- You need to stop smoking - Ian curses me.
- And you need to stop being passive, but nobody judges you - sigh - and why are you here?
- You ran away, I thought something had happened - he took my cigarette from my hands.
- Serious? On here? Now? - pretentious smile.
- What? Sex? - he smiled back - you know that.
- I was talking about the fight over the cigarette, but it could also be.
- I liked that side of you - holds Y/n around the waist.