Warning: unproductive
 
 

"I thought you had asthma."

And instead of trying to rationalize your destructive behaviour to him and perhaps air out some of the contents of your tortured psychological profile in the process, you decide you don’t care enough if he gets the satisfaction of knowing that you’re just like everybody else, just as stupid and just as angry.

 You exhale a small cloud of smoke. “So?” You ask, averting your eyes and sticking the cigarette back in your mouth.

you guys dont understand how much i love this fic.