[He tosses the pack on the table and flicks open the zippo. Breathing deep, he ignites life into the cigarette. Then the lighter joins the pack and he pulls cigarette between his fingers, blowing the smoke away from her and looking to meet her gaze.]
Most of the people here had choices. You deserve better than that, but you aren't a bad person for it. [He takes another drag, watching her, then another sip of his drink. Costigan focuses on the burn in his throat, in his lungs. The whiskey, the smoke. It's a comfort.]
action;
Most of the people here had choices. You deserve better than that, but you aren't a bad person for it. [He takes another drag, watching her, then another sip of his drink. Costigan focuses on the burn in his throat, in his lungs. The whiskey, the smoke. It's a comfort.]