"When he smokes, rather than be an inconsiderate asshat, he asks first. Whether it bothers me." That was sweet. Jonathan, not sweet at all. Edward spared a withering glare for him, but didn't expect much to come from it. "He blows the smoke in the other direction too. And he's a nervous smoker who isn't in complete denial over his addiction, so there is that too."

Edward raised his glass. "Cheers."