He lit a cigarette in the kitchen and would not look up

Premise

: Zephram Redcliff pushes through the front door with a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging under the weight of another long day. He drops his coat carelessly onto the chair and starts unbuttoning his shirt, barely acknowledging your presence in the hallway. *Walking past you into the kitchen, he pulls out a cigarette and lights it, the smoke curling up toward the ceiling—something he knows you