[ For just a moment, he considers refusing, but he can't, and he knows smokers don't normally offer their cigarettes without intent. Without noticing some sign of a smoker in the other person. He'd tipped his hand, and he coughed softly, before he inched toward the window, thankfully it was rather big, so he could squeeze his middle through himself, hand reaching out for the lighter, in an unspoken, smokers request.

And when relinquished, he lit, and then returned it, his head dipping when he inhaled.

He held onto it differently. Everything was different. Every gesture, every motion. He'd been careful to relearn everything. ]

Believe me, once I get started, they won't be able to stop me. A change in fields won't change that. Come on, don't imports deserve someone to support them for once?