Re: [Call: Si/Amy]
[Dryly.] A leg. [A frown, because this feels unfamiliar, right? He wants a cigarette. He gets up from the bed and pads the two feet across his room, that, at least, he has to himself, even if it's small.] Honestly? Anything. [He opens the carton of cigarettes. The flare of the lighter is soft. He squeaks his window open. He inhales.]