cigarettes // yuri on ice

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Yuri observed him. "How old are you, exactly?"

"28." He breathed. "You?"

Yuri looked at him, stunned. He realized that they weren't all too many years apart, yet the man seemed old enough to be his uncle, or even his dad.

I guess that's just what smoking does to you.

"I'm 24."

"Ah, so young.."

Just as he removed it from his pink lips, he blew the smoke in the air carefully as if it was the aftermath of a kiss that aches to steal a life he was struggling to elude. He stared at the cigarette between his fingers. It was almost short enough to burn him. With an effort, he leaned forward to crush it out.

"Why don't you buy an ashtray?"

"Kind of pointless when the world is your ashtray."

"Deep."

"I guess."