Ryan was aware that it was a bad habit. Smoking. He’d heard it time and time again from the people around him just how damaging it was for his body. To be fair he was rarely seen with a cigarette in his hands these days, but every now and again an overwhelming craving wracked his entire being and he couldn’t think of anything else until it had been satisfied. At that moment he’d been through one of those experiences and was leaning up against the wall outside in a quiet corner of the school, separating himself from anyone who might disagree with his actions. That was until someone rounded the corner and he wondered what interaction was to follow. “You’re not here to tell me off are you?” He questioned lowly, the smoke from his last inhale drifting past his lips.
