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(A/N: AUGHGHGH WROTE THIS ON MY BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY FOR MY GIRLFRIEND BECAUSE I JUST LOVE HER SM and all I have to say is this one is definitely not like the first.

This takes place post crash. Currently in the fic, Protag is home from the mechanic after checking up on Winnie's absolutely wrecked car and Coworker has returned from work. As for Winnie, he's probably somewhere with Augustine for now.)

"Hey babe, what's with that face?" Coworker asked, closing the door behind him. Protag perked at the sound of his lover's arrival and got up from his seat, rushing over to where Coworker stood.

"Oh my god, Coworker, you're not going to believe what they found in Winnie's car." Protag said before speeding over to the living room. Coworker followed, confusion written all over his face. Once Protag was seated on the couch, Coworker settled right next to him while trying to get a view of what was in Protag's hand.

"What did you find?" Coworker asked, scooting closer. The item Protag held was small, almost like a box. Protag exhaled with a frown before opening his hand to reveal a box of cigarettes. Coworker's eyes widened at the box, staring at it in disbelief. Coworker calmed as he inspected the box in Protag's hand.

"Why were you snooping around his car anyways?" Coworker asked, eyeing Protag with a raised brow. The other let out an offended scoff before turning to look away. Protag kept the box aside on the couch before replying, "That's not the point, you know?"

Coworker looked down at Protag with a doubtful expression, before dismissing it with a half-hearted hum of acknowledgement. His eyes were on the box of cigarettes that presumably belonged to his son. Winnie wouldn't do anything like that, he knew how Protag had drilled specific rules into Winnie's head when he was younger. He picked up the abandoned box and scanned it. There were supposed to be ten cigars inside. Coworker opened up the cigar box that seemed to have been opened previously before counting the cigarettes inside. Ten cigars were in and just how they were supposed to be, untouched. Coworker confidently looked up at Protag.

"We have nothing to worry about anyway, the box still has all the cigars inside!" Coworker replied, tossing the box back into Protag's hands. However, Protag's mood didn't seem to light up in anyway. If anything, he looked even more upset, causing Coworker to look down at Protag in concern.

"But-but we don't know how many he's bought." Protag mumbled, looking down at the box before snapping up to look at Coworker, "What if this his fifth pack and we don't even know?"

Protag stood up in panic, pacing around the living room in front of Coworker in distress. Now this was starting to get out of hand. Coworker knew Protag cared deeply for their son, but to go as far as make assumptions that ultimately didn't fit the description of him seemed a bit preposterous, but he didn't know any better. All he knew was that he had to calm his husband down, now. Just as Protag was within arm's reach, he grabbed onto his arm and pulled him over so he could hold the other in his hands.

"You need to calm down, this isn't helping." Coworker demanded, looking up at his short lover, who looked back at him with a frown, "What if he's never done it and we're jumping into unnecessary conclusions?"

Protag stood in his lover's grip, processing the whole situation. He was scared for Winnie, he'd always been since they adopted the kid. Ever since the day they had Winnie come home, Protag had solely made their son his first responsibility. He understood that Winnie was 18 and he trusted Winnie to make the right decisions, but sometimes he couldn't help but worry. Even after all these years, Winnie was the oblivious and innocent boy he knew.

"Did he try smoking because he saw you doing it when he was young?" Protag mumbled, looking down at Coworker and holding their gaze. The cigarette box in his hands slightly being crushed as Protag used it as a sort of stress toy.