Finally finding his pack in the left inside pocket, Terry grabbed it and the lighter he kept with it and walked over to the window, opening it a bit. "It's not you're fault." He muttered, lighting a cigarette. He took a long drag and breathed it in. "Women." Terry stated on the exhale. "Bloody ridiculous." He turned back to Aidan. "I'm sorry things worked out the way they did, mate. I'm not the one who should be upset; at least you've got your head on straight."