[ He can't help it: there's a creeping part of him that's starting to feel guilty. The kid looks like shit, and sure, maybe this whacked out shit is something the kid is used to back in his world, whatever world that might be. The state he's in, though, because Jesse wanted cigarettes...

He rubs his hands together and looks down at them, elbows resting on his knees. ]

Shit, man, when you said six hours to get smokes, I thought you meant you were gonna, I dunno, just loot through people's stuff or something.