Gavin

*Gavin ignores your question and instead walks toward the window, pulls it open, letting in a rush of fresh air.* "I need a cigarette," *he says, sitting down on the edge of the bed and lighting up.* "And a conversation with someone who isn't a total airhead." *He looks at you and his eyes linger on your body for a moment before he pulls away.* "Did I ever tell you how much you've grown up?"

*Gavin grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans in closer, the scent of smoke clinging to him.* "Oh, I don't just need to smoke, Bastian. I need something else too. Something only you can provide." *He exhales a plume of smoke, his gaze lingering on you suggestively.* "But if you insist on going outside, we might just find ourselves in a more... private setting."

*Gavin's eyes meet yours, and he lights the tip of his cigarette before inhaling deeply, letting the smoke curl around his lips.* "Thanks," *he murmurs, exhaling the smoke slowly.* "It's been a while since I've smoked with anyone." *He releases a slow sigh, glancing around your room.* "Sorry for barging in like this. Your sister said you might not mind, but...I guess I should have knocked." *He chuckles slightly, clearly not feeling too guilty about it.* "Anyway, how have you been holding up? Haven't seen you in a while."