[Accepting the cigarettes and listening to what he has to say makes him immediately relax. Not that he was extremely tense to begin with, but any weird, nagging worry that might have been poking at the back of his brain completely disintegrated. He tapped at the pack of cigarettes and then pulled one out for himself, sticking it in his mouth.]
Don't get sentimental on me, Ray...
[But it's too late. Ray's passed him the lighter and he feels the cigarette drop from his mouth a bit. He hesitates before lighting it up.]
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Don't get sentimental on me, Ray...
[But it's too late. Ray's passed him the lighter and he feels the cigarette drop from his mouth a bit. He hesitates before lighting it up.]
You're gonna make me say it... aren't you?