[beyond shuffles closer, accepts the cigarette from cassel, grasping it delicately between two fingers and thumb. he knows what to expect this time; the smell of flame and ash doesn't trigger the memories as he brings the slim paper cylinder to his lips and inhales. he still coughs, completely artless in this simple act, but this time he relishes the slow burn that makes its spreading way through his chest.
he hands the cigarette back to cassel and wordlessly sits in the chair next to him.]
action.
he hands the cigarette back to cassel and wordlessly sits in the chair next to him.]