The Admin caught his subordinate's brief reaction of surprise and quick recovery, but he said nothing. Nor did he interrupt Dyson's inspection of his disc. A paradigm shift of this magnitude shouldn't be rushed. Though he did raise a critical eyebrow at the program's request before strolling toward his desk. Dyson was correct: Clu didn't smoke, and he didn't care for the habit either. Still, he could recognize the purpose of it.
"I don't need to tell you those are bad for you." And yet he was anyway, go figure. A purpose of perfection left one with certain habits of his own. Still, Clu picked up the half-smoked pack that he had recovered from Dyson earlier and tossed it to him.
"Take it to the balcony. I don't want the smell in my office."
Dyson easily caught the package and narrowed his eyes ever so slightly. Usually it was Tron reminding him, but he always bummed one when Dyson went to smoke. He walked out to the balcony tapped a stick out of the box before putting it in his pant pocket.
He gave it a quick snap and watched the tip light up with the blue glow of digital fire. After a quick drag and exhale, Dyson took a moment to enjoy the view. The whole of Tron City stretched out before him.
Every district lit up a riot of colors, and in the distance were the spirals of Arjia. He'd always appreciated the architecture...but there was something painful about them now. Questions swam through his processor as he took another drag of his burnout.
Clu followed after him, scrunching his nose with distaste when he caught the scent of the burnout. Still, he wasn't about to let it spoil the moment. "Beautiful, isn't it?" He asked, a smile that was part pride and part fondness curling the edges of his mouth. The Admin could remember planning the city layout long ago, watching the skyscrapers climb toward the sky as the cycles passed.
His eyes briefly landed on Central Security. The symbol of Tron, of justice in the Grid, shone bright and clear. So near, yet so far. The sysadmin's smile faded, and he turned his gaze away. He turned his back to the skyline, resting his arms on the railing and closing his eyes as he waited for Dyson to speak.