Disclaimer: Still not mine. Can I stop with these already?

Author's Note: No idea when the hell this is set. It's definitely post Tokyo Babylon, but not by long. Glomps and cookies (don't worry, I didn't bake them) to all my lovely reviewers!

Habit; 3

I watch him. He knows, and he does nothing to stop it. It means he doesn't mind and that he's too weak to force me away.

I smile slightly. Emotions are perplexing, and I'm profoundly glad not to have them. To have won the Bet cleanly.

I watch him light a cigarette. I wonder why he smokes… is he emulating me? He has a mobile phone now—bought it last week—so I dial the number. I let the phone ring three times before hanging up and looking down at him from my rooftop vantage point.

He lights another cigarette.