"I was still working on that part." He shrugs, wondering if he manages to find a way around it and trying not to think of his conversation a couple weeks ago with Dahlia. He doesn't want Lydia to feel his death. He's never wanted that.
He presses his lips together at Scott's question. "Not long after I left." It had been one of the first bad habits he'd picked up. He ignores the judgement in the other boy's voice. It's not like it matters. Smoking isn't going to kill him.