[He looks a little anxious, as he reaches out to take the lighter. Maybe right now, that's just his natural state of being. It'll lessen with time... especially once he gets his cigarette lit and smoked (because obviously, cigarettes are magical cure-alls; yep, he doesn't know as a scientist how they're not actually helping, no sir, no way).
Once the cigarette is lit, he looks a touch embarrassed as he finally glances down to Rosinante. He looks left down the hall. Looks right. Like a skittish stray, he slowly slides down to next between the door and his friend, enjoying the unpleasant-pleasant scent of cigarette smoke.]
I don't know, Rosi. Feels like there's way better uses of your time than this.
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Once the cigarette is lit, he looks a touch embarrassed as he finally glances down to Rosinante. He looks left down the hall. Looks right. Like a skittish stray, he slowly slides down to next between the door and his friend, enjoying the unpleasant-pleasant scent of cigarette smoke.]
I don't know, Rosi. Feels like there's way better uses of your time than this.