As they stood there in silence, Gina did her best to not dissolve into tears. Something had been rotting here, and she was only now beginning to smell it. She wasn't sure what it was, though she knew that it would inevitably be awful.
When he finally animated after what felt like an eternity, she watched him flick and roll the cigarette just like Edward had. A few tears leaked down her cheeks as she gripped the book. "I can't know that if you don't tell me," she choked. "You twirl your cigarette...just like he did...it's exactly the same..."