There it was again, that urge to tell her that Sam Ashley was more to him than just a name on an empty desk that Erol refused to give to someone else. A deep breath as he fought the urge to tell. Just his luck: one Ashley in rehab that he'd been forced to leave behind, two more Ashleys everywhere around him. Their constant presence did nothing to stave off the guilt that had been present from the exact moment where he realized that if he tried to get Sam during his escape, both of them would die. And probably more Tanks, who had nothing to do with them in the first place. Not something he wanted on his conscience, but it still felt selfish. And because he loved him, it was even harder.
Suddenly disgusted with the lollipop and feeling more anxious than before, he threw it in the garbage and reached for the smokes and lighter he had lying around. Usually, he sneaked out for a quick smoke now and then, but because there were so very few of them present right now, he was going to be indulgent. And since the smoking ban hadn't made it to the underground, he wasn't going to feel guilty about it. Not this time. But before he lit his cigarette and drew the ashtray closer, he met Eva's eyes and nodded. "Yeah?"