Once she put the cigarettes away, Thomas wished he'd taken one. He shrugged, putting it to the back of his mind. He liked her, and that left him a little off balance, a little out of sorts. For the first time in a long time, he wasn't thinking about Justine, and he wasn't thinking about the Hunger inside him, pacing like a caged beast, waiting forever patiently for the right moment to surge up.
"I grew up here too," Thomas smiled. Something in common. It felt terribly important to have something in common with her, something to bond over. She made him feel things he hadn't felt in a long time. "Never lived anywhere else, until now. My brother and I are staying in New York."