For his part Pietro looked just as wary, but also transfixed by the promise of any kind of stimulation. He didn't move to rush him, he didn't move at all, just watched his father until the cigarettes appeared. The cravings had only added to his agitation when he'd first been put in here. Eventually they'd faded but seeing the package his eyes grew bright with desire well before he was offered one.
He held the smoke in his lungs, savoring the familiar practice before breathing out a slow stream. "...Thank you." There was a noticeable hesitation. He was thinking through his words, careful not to say the wrong thing. Very unlike him, but he didn't want to be left alone again. He couldn't.