He doesn't hesitate, either, to accept one of the cigarettes out of the pack. They don't have as much of a calming effect on him as they seem to do her but it's still not nothing and he wants the gesture more than anything. He still speaks mostly in action and even though they're his cigarettes, he accepts that she's offering them.

His eyes tick up at the admission, studying her face in a darkness he can see through just fine. He feels a pang of tightness in his chest and wonders what it means that she bothered to worry and that he has a reaction to her doing so.

"No, I didn't know," he says honestly, holding the cigarette out to light. "I'm sorry."