"You shouldn't smoke.
That stuff'll **** you.
You'll get cancer,
or something."
"Shut up, Terry."
"Aaron, you're hands
are shaking.
At least
let me light it
for you."
"...thanks, Terry."
"..."
"..."
"Are you okay?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You haven't needed
a smoke this badly
since that happened."
"I'm fine."
"Do you really
believe that?"
"If I say it
enough times
I will
eventually."
"You know
I'm here for you
right?"
"...yeah. Thanks, Terry."
"Don't mention it.
It's not a problem
when it's you."
h.f.m.