[ He's back to feeling like an asshole for wanting those smokes so bad after what Ronan did to make them happen. He's also still afraid of him, and pissed off at him for that comment Jesse knows he totally deserves. So, Jesse does nothing but keep staring the cigarettes until the craving for nicotine finally wins over. He pushes himself off the seat and approaches, warily eyeing Ronan. Crouching down, he picks one of the packs up. When he returns to the seat, he turns the pack over in his hands, studying it. Quietly puzzled all over again at how the kid made these appear out of thin air.
Jesse looks up at him, turning the pack over and over in his hands. He can never sit still, not even for five minutes. ]
Why'd you decide to do this? Y'know. [ Gesturing with the packet. Why'd you decide to do this for me, huh? ]
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Jesse looks up at him, turning the pack over and over in his hands. He can never sit still, not even for five minutes. ]
Why'd you decide to do this? Y'know. [ Gesturing with the packet. Why'd you decide to do this for me, huh? ]