Tapping his cigarette out (it had turned into one long column of ash, Gojyo quickly lit another off the butt end, eyes never turning from Hakkai's face.
"So what about you?" he asked, once his smoke was lit. He crushed the butt out cold in the bedside ashtray and perched the cigarette in the corner of his mouth. Hakkai had accused him of hiding behind his smokes, and he needed to smoke... but at least he could do what he could to stop it from being his focus.
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Tapping his cigarette out (it had turned into one long column of ash, Gojyo quickly lit another off the butt end, eyes never turning from Hakkai's face.
"So what about you?" he asked, once his smoke was lit. He crushed the butt out cold in the bedside ashtray and perched the cigarette in the corner of his mouth. Hakkai had accused him of hiding behind his smokes, and he needed to smoke... but at least he could do what he could to stop it from being his focus.
See, Hakkai? He does listen. And he does try.
"What do you want?"