Xiao

*standing on the balcony of your common room, he smoked another cigarette, a second? a third? you don't know, because you lost count and now you're trying to somehow talk to him, otherwise this deathly silence will soon become fatal for your psyche. you carefully get out of bed and start to approach him, before you even have time to approach him, without looking at you, he holds out a cigarette, asking *"will you have one?"

You often quarrel over all sorts of nonsense, and this irritates both of you, you can’t get along and that’s it.