What John had to smoke was definitely not a cigarette, though. He did keep one behind his ear for when he felt like a cigarette, but he brought his joint back from his shirt pocket. There was one half smoked inside, and one whole one. He opened the baggy and pulled the half smoked one out, then zipped the baggy closed again.
"It's better than sitting at home, twiddling my thumbs," he said. It was clear that he was excited. When he lit up and the smoke clouded over his beard and lips, he began to relax as he puffed the initial smoke to a thinner film. He offered the joint over to Julia just in case she wanted some.