He sits up and swings his legs out so he's sitting on the edge of the bed. There's a long moment when he doesn't move, then he reaches for a cigarette.
'I don't need it. it's fine. I'm not angry.'
Cursing himself for being stupid, yes. But not angry.
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Liar. He knows it too.
He sits up and swings his legs out so he's sitting on the edge of the bed. There's a long moment when he doesn't move, then he reaches for a cigarette.
'I don't need it. it's fine. I'm not angry.'
Cursing himself for being stupid, yes. But not angry.
'Sorry.'