Can u imagine Gary trying to get Constantine to quit smoking tho. It does not....work. Constantine never gets mad he just fuckin ignores it. "you gotta stop smoking those", "mhm", he says as he puts another between his lips.
gary tries for a bit; nicotine patches and electric cigarettes (”those can grow MOLD, luv” “OH AND THAT’S SO MUCH WORSE THAN WHAT YOU’RE ALREADY PUTTING IN YOUR BODY, JOHN?”)
finally he just asks john to just do it outside, resigned and begrudging, so he doesn’t get secondhand smoke damage. that, at least, john listens to, and he sits out on the fire escape of gary’s apartment, while gary sits inside and they talk through the open window and john makes sure to blow his smoke in a way that it doesn’t slip inside.
gary learns to love the smell of smoke, even as he knows it’s killing his love. it smells like home, and he can always pick out john’s brand wherever he is.
