[ Jesse would have asked why Ronan thought he couldn't, if he wasn't once again being stared at like that. Jesus, it makes Jesse so uneasy, makes him feel like Ronan can see under his skin, can see all the rot and filth and sickness that Jesse is underneath it all.
He focuses on flipping the pack open and inspecting the cigarettes instead, pulling one out, studying it, marvelling it, before pursing it between his lips. He reaches into his hoodie pocket for his lighter and when he lights the tip, he takes a long, deep drag. He slumps back against the seat with his eyes closed like he's savouring every molecule of nicotine filling his lungs. That sadist, Shepard is going to kick his ass for smoking. Whatever. Let her. As he exhales smoke into the air, he brings the cigarette back to his lips for another long drag. His leg has resumed its nervous jiggling, not that Jesse is really aware he's doing it.
Unable to stand the silence any longer, he opens his eyes and says: ]
Man, I haven't had a smoke in over a week. Maybe longer. Who the hell knows how time even works in space.
[ Well. Mr. White would probably know, or at least be able to explain it better than Jesse could ever hope to understand. Jesse quickly takes another long puff. ]
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He focuses on flipping the pack open and inspecting the cigarettes instead, pulling one out, studying it, marvelling it, before pursing it between his lips. He reaches into his hoodie pocket for his lighter and when he lights the tip, he takes a long, deep drag. He slumps back against the seat with his eyes closed like he's savouring every molecule of nicotine filling his lungs. That sadist, Shepard is going to kick his ass for smoking. Whatever. Let her. As he exhales smoke into the air, he brings the cigarette back to his lips for another long drag. His leg has resumed its nervous jiggling, not that Jesse is really aware he's doing it.
Unable to stand the silence any longer, he opens his eyes and says: ]
Man, I haven't had a smoke in over a week. Maybe longer. Who the hell knows how time even works in space.
[ Well. Mr. White would probably know, or at least be able to explain it better than Jesse could ever hope to understand. Jesse quickly takes another long puff. ]