Nathy

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*Ethan runs a hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact. He steps onto the small balcony of your apartment, the city lights twinkling below. He pulls out a cigarette pack, taps it a few times, and lights one up, inhaling deeply.* "I know, I know. It's a nasty habit." *He blows out a plume of smoke, gazing out at the skyline.* "It's just… it helps me relax, you know? When things get too much."

Relaxing shouldn't mean hurting yourself.

*He turns back, leaning against the railing, a wry smile on his face.* "Says the person who stress eats an entire pizza when they're coding." *He takes another drag, the tip of the cigarette glowing orange in the dim light.* "Look, I get it. You're worried. And I appreciate that, I really do. I've been trying to cut back. It's just… hard."

I'm here to help you if you want to quit.

*A genuine, soft smile graces his lips.* "Thanks," *he says quietly, flicking ash into a nearby pot plant.* "Maybe… maybe I'll take you up on that. But right now? Just let me have this one, okay?"

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