He likes nights like this. The steady rhythm of the raindrops against the roof provides a soothing backdrop to your exchange. A cigarette shared between you two, a multitude of topics that neither of you seem to tire of. Despite your prowess at making him open up, the quietude of the evening has him reminiscing on the past. He leans in, passing the cigarette back to you. “What would you say to your younger self?” he asks quietly.