Ahn-Bo had assumed after the light, Blackwood would step away. Instead, he had chosen to stay directly next to him. Jin would be very unhappy if he saw them together out here. With that in mind, he shuffled a step sideways. And that was as far as he could go, having hit the end of the balcony. What was the point of having such a small balcony anyway?

The wolf recognized the scent of the cigarette-and knew full well the effects one would experience when smoking it. A quick glance over his shoulder provided him a full view of Jin-a bending over an outstretched hand of yet another debutante. Politely, of course, not an inch closer than he was required. But that didn’t make Ahn-Bo feel any better. He huffed in frustration and turned back to accept the offered cigarette. “Perfect as always,” he heard himself mumble just before he took a long drag.

He passed it back to Blackwood without looking, eyes closed and chin tipped up as he experienced the effect. Of course, his most recent happy memory had been the night at the Velvet Veil. Not all of it, of course, but the very end had just felt so right. Flashes of bare skin, heavy breathing, and “I love you”s… warmth filled his chest, temporarily numbing the thorns that pierced his heart. He exhaled as the effect ended.

Then, he opened his eyes and glanced at Blackwood. “And you? Are you hiding out here? With this?” He flicked his wrist in a lazy gesture toward the cigarette.