[ He just smokes his cigarette away, trying to pretend he isn't thinking about it. Shit, he doesn't fucking know what to do right now. He barely notices the cigarette ashing without a flick, because he just keeps holding on to the rail.
Eventually, he grabs the cigarette to flick it, before shoving his hands in his pockets a bit rougher than he really needed to do it to.
Eventually, he made it to the car, after grabbing a coffee, and grabbing one for his friend. He tapped on the driver's window, holding a cup out to him. ]
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Eventually, he grabs the cigarette to flick it, before shoving his hands in his pockets a bit rougher than he really needed to do it to.
Eventually, he made it to the car, after grabbing a coffee, and grabbing one for his friend. He tapped on the driver's window, holding a cup out to him. ]