"I dont ask perfection of you, I help you, I stand with you, I do my best for you, and spend my life thinking of ways to please you. It is not a simple vice and you know it. It is a thing that will likely kill you years before you would die otherwise and could easily kill me or the kids. "
He swallowed and growled.
"Don't you even care that you have brought a loaded, unsafetied gun in, and are waving it around in your hands, in a room with your family in it? Because that is what you do when you smoke. And no amount of teke will change that!"
He was nearly screaming it as he finished, anger and despair like a knife mixing in him. He felt... almost lightheaded, his heart racing, his pulse pounding behind his ears, and only Belle in his eyes.