Ciaran had been lying in bed with his sketchbook, lost in his own little world, when it occurred to him that it had been a while since his last cigarette. Looking down at his work for a moment, he set the pencil down as he slowly got to his feet, reaching for the pack of cigarettes and lighter, slipping them into the pocket of his hoodie.
"Lydia...I need to go have a..." Ciaran wandered down the hall and into the living room, realizing immediately there was someone other than Lydia sitting out there. His eyes immediately dropped down to the floor, fidgeting nervously as he realized he could no longer pretend he was deaf.
"Just..the thing..." he mumbled weakly. "Uhm...can you ....come?"