If Desire notices the fade, he makes no comment: Matter of fact, he picks this moment to look away, fiddling in a suddenly present cellophane pack for a fresh cigarette.
"Here," he says, shaking the filtered end out of the paper. "Bet you could use one of these."
He lights up one-handed, not waiting to see whether Jack to take one or not: There's a pause where the flame remains dancing in the golden lighter, warm light flickering in those familiar eyes.
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Date: 2006-08-15 12:55 am (UTC)"Here," he says, shaking the filtered end out of the paper. "Bet you could use one of these."
He lights up one-handed, not waiting to see whether Jack to take one or not: There's a pause where the flame remains dancing in the golden lighter, warm light flickering in those familiar eyes.