Who: Aiden & Lachlan
Where: The Bondi, New York City
When: Wednesday evening
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Lachlan cupped his hand around the cigarette between his lips as he lit up. He snapped the silver lighter shut, inhaling deeply and then blowing the first puff of smoke out slowly before him. May as well make the most of it until he tried to quit again. He knew he had to quit. Again. He didn't want his son growing up smelling smoke on him and he didn't want to get shitty every time he couldn't have one because he was hooked on nicotine. He also knew that once he started the quitting process, it could get really ugly, so he was trying to time it so the least amount of people suffered from his Hulk impersonation as possible.
He held the smoke between his fingers and picked his glass of soda and lime up, taking a sip. "All the news of bairns in the mix a wee bit hard to swallow, aye?" he finally asked, turning to Aiden and watching him closely. He hadn't let on that he guessed what the publicist had been thinking. It was something best discussed face-to-face anyway.