" ...Do you like me?"
" I guess."
He exhaled, smoke blowing away in the faint breeze.
William stood up.
" You shouldn't smoke those so much. The residue it leaves behind on your lungs-"
" Yeah, I know."
" Why, then?"
Stheno looked down at him.
" 'Cos I'm an ornery little shit and I can do whatever I want," he deadpanned.
" Even if it's bad for you?"
" Especially if it's bad for me."
Stheno leaned down and kissed him.
" ... You taste awful."