[ He's taking a drag and then expelling the smoke quietly between his lips, eyes fixed on the way the embers glow amongst the ash on the tip of that stick. ]

I think it's... "permanent with the exception of holidays".

[ There's an apologetic look from his end. ]

I get it. She wants and feels that she has to do this, but...

[ Looking askance now, because while he isn't tearing up over it as much, the dull ache is still there. ]