[At first, Sherlock just shakes his head. Sometimes boredom led to cigarettes which could lead to something worse. However, he isn't bored right now; he's embarrassed and annoyed. His nerves were frayed, not curled like springs. So after about two seconds he snatches a bent cigarette from the pack anyway and quickly produces a lighter. The benefits of multiple pockets.]
I've been good for months.
[He says this as he touches the flame of the lighter to the tip, taking a deep breath inward. The lighter clicks shut as he breathes out what little smoke he's willing to part with.]
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I've been good for months.
[He says this as he touches the flame of the lighter to the tip, taking a deep breath inward. The lighter clicks shut as he breathes out what little smoke he's willing to part with.]