[ His fingers find both the lighter and the tamped-out cigar he normally kept by his bed, before he tugged it close, with half a mind to light the cherry and see what he did if he pressed it to him.
Maybe just because of the way his voice sounded, asking that question.
But maybe he wouldn't, since he brushed his fingers through his hair just like that. ] You think it says something about you, do you? With how often I smoke? [ He doesn't even move his head away from him, still content to press it against him, even while he clamped it between his teeth. The pop of his lighter is loud, punctuating the silence mostly only disturbed by their breaths, heavier once the room starts to smell like smoke. ]
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[ His fingers find both the lighter and the tamped-out cigar he normally kept by his bed, before he tugged it close, with half a mind to light the cherry and see what he did if he pressed it to him.
Maybe just because of the way his voice sounded, asking that question.
But maybe he wouldn't, since he brushed his fingers through his hair just like that. ] You think it says something about you, do you? With how often I smoke? [ He doesn't even move his head away from him, still content to press it against him, even while he clamped it between his teeth. The pop of his lighter is loud, punctuating the silence mostly only disturbed by their breaths, heavier once the room starts to smell like smoke. ]