"Yeah, yeah." He flinched at the burning, just a little, and the man went through a conscious process of rearranging and relaxing himself. He didn't so much as peep one single complaint, however. He just reached into the breast pocket of his coat for another cigarette--and found none.
Fidgeting uncomfortably, John straightened out his neck a little more and stilled again. "If there had been something nasty under there, it'd have probably kicked in by now."
John gave Chas one of those looks again, like the boy had two heads and John had no idea what he was getting at with this 'too' business. Even so, the glance was fleeting, and rolled his eyes of to the left. "Why'd you take the envelope from that guy, Chas?" And it was almost...disappointed.