"God, G, I wish you'd stop smoking," you groaned, ripping the cigarette from his lips and rubbed it out with your foot.
"[Name]! I wasn't done with that," he hissed, pulling out another one and attempting to light it, only to find the cigarette, the pack, and the lighter missing from his pockets. Before he could even react, you had hurled it into the nearby puddle of mud.
"There, now I'm happy," you grinned before taking his hand in yours and lacing your fingers together. "Come on, G, Giotto's waiting for us!"
"I know, I know," G groaned, running his hand through his red hair. "It's way too sunny today."
"Isn't it beautiful out, though?" You smiled; you were glad he hadn't pulled his hand away from yours like he usually would. Instead, his grip on your hand was strong, and it made you feel warm.
"Mm," he replied, and muttered something else you couldn't hear under his breath.
"What did you say, G?"
"Nothing," he flushed a little red before picking up his pace and dragging you along with him. You smiled and hummed in approval, allowing yourself to be dragged along. G muttered something again, and this time you catch what he said, though it felt like it was your imagination.
"You're the most beautiful thing alive."