"I figured you mean cigarettes," Henry nodded. "For what it's worth, cigars and pipes smell like ass too. They're awful. Even when I have a little weed, I use a bong. I don't like joints. Ugh, I can imagine the breath," he said, and then Iestyn brought up his mother and Henry reached out for Iestyn's hand. "I'm sorry. That must have been so hard."