"Yeah?" But then there was that comforting click of the lighter and a flame that made his eyes hurt, to focus on. Cigarette finally properly lit, he let his head fall back as he enjoyed his first cigarette in far too long, which was a far better occupation than rolling his eyes at people who swore up and down that smoking was dangerous. It was a little bit more complicated in his case, because any trace of abuse of any kind, usually was regenerated at one point. Hurt like a bitch, but it kept him safe from those so-called perils of smoking.
"You remind me of someone," he finally admitted after taking two long, deep drags of his cigarette. "Someone I met in rehab." And with at least that of his system, it already felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Another drag that left his lungs aching. "I just didn't get it, what he saw in me." Or what everyone else seemed to see as well, the strangers that tried to hit on him in the bars or on the streets. Where he'd lived for the past fourteen years, flirting hadn't exactly been a priority.