Just be courteous next time and put my cigarettes out the door before you lock me out.
[ because he honestly didn't mind not being able to get back in, but the pain had been in not having his cigarettes tucked in his pocket, leaving him on edge for the rest of the night until he'd managed to find rosinante to bum a stick off of.
when daisy hands the blunt back over to him, it's a different kind of satisfaction of smoke, bringing it to his lips as he listens to her make that reference to him and clara. it's strange, realizing it's the first time he's even talked to anyone else about her.
for all that time, treating it like a casual secret, it's almost like a different kind of acknowledgement now of what they have. ]
We're just ... [ what are they doing? ] We're having fun. Kills time.
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[ because he honestly didn't mind not being able to get back in, but the pain had been in not having his cigarettes tucked in his pocket, leaving him on edge for the rest of the night until he'd managed to find rosinante to bum a stick off of.
when daisy hands the blunt back over to him, it's a different kind of satisfaction of smoke, bringing it to his lips as he listens to her make that reference to him and clara. it's strange, realizing it's the first time he's even talked to anyone else about her.
for all that time, treating it like a casual secret, it's almost like a different kind of acknowledgement now of what they have. ]
We're just ... [ what are they doing? ] We're having fun. Kills time.
[ he knows it's more than that, of course. ]