[A beat, while his good eye swings in the direction she indicates. It does sound promising, what she's saying.]
— Thanks.
[It's a little awkward; he's not super comfortable with her knowing how worried he really is about it. But he is genuinely grateful for the directions, and he's trying to be better at actually, like, communicating that to people. It's a work in progress.
His shoulders hunch a little. He misses having pockets to shove his hands into.]
My point still stands, though. Cigarettes are fuckin' stupid.
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— Thanks.
[It's a little awkward; he's not super comfortable with her knowing how worried he really is about it. But he is genuinely grateful for the directions, and he's trying to be better at actually, like, communicating that to people. It's a work in progress.
His shoulders hunch a little. He misses having pockets to shove his hands into.]
My point still stands, though. Cigarettes are fuckin' stupid.