"Started when I was in my late teens" he replied. "So yer a music teacher are ye?" he asked. Blinking a few times, he tried to focus enough to keep his eyes more open. His eyelids felt heavy. Leaning against her might have been a bad idea in the long run...
They walked into what John assumed would be the last elevator. Shifting away from her, he staggered back and leaned against the elevator wall. "I'd kill for a bloody smoke right about now" he said with a chuckle. Not that it was an option but he could laugh about it, right? While the physical aspect of addiction was not present in his current body, the mental aspect was still there. The cravings. He thought about all the times Sara Lance had stopped him from smoking and it oddly made him smile.