Thomas never really judged anyone, so that was easy enough. He pulled a cigarette out of the pack and then held it out so Theseus could light it before passing the pack back.
He took a deep drag of the cigarette and held the smoke in his lungs for a long time before finally expelling it. It felt like welcoming an old friend home. "I used to smoke a pack a day. Back before Jamie," he murmured. "I feel hollow."