He didn't need to ask twice. Seamus jumped at the chance to have a regular cigarette, rather than a clumsily hand-rolled one of his own. Suspicion had been all but tossed to the wind now! He walked closer and plucked one out of the box with a smile. "Cheers! I ran out of straights like two weeks into this stupid fucking quarantine!"
That first drag was the best. He may have closed his eyes to indulge in the feeling of a proper cigarette for a few seconds. Yeah, that was the stuff! He exhaled slowly and let the smoke curl up from his lips, almost forgetting he even had company. Now all he needed was a proper drink! "This whole thing is a load of bollocks," He continued, indicating to the shimmering barrier above them, "We were supposed to be getting out every weekend! I didn't pack for a prison sentence. I'm outta cigarettes and whiskey! Down to rollies till I run out of that too... Then I guess I'm quitting."