John, on the other hand, smokes like it's going out of style. If the world were ending, he wouldn't even be polite enough to bum you one, because he'd need all he could get for himself, wouldn't he?
Luckily, the world isn't ending. Not today. And so he hands one over easy -- this is like a gift on it's own - it's the last of his pack from back home. He can't get SilkCut, not here, and soon he's going to have to find a new brand to favor.
He holds the door open for Q with his foot, and has his smoke lit before he's even really outside. He keeps the zippo open to light the other mans' too. "How good is an emergency pack when you haven't got it around during emergencies?" The urge to mess Q's hair is weird but rising; for the moment he resists.