[ Maybe it's just that, in the end, she could tell that it mattered to him. Frivolous antagonism is one thing — but she's not so callous as she seems. Even now, she's willing to extend him the courtesy of pretending like she hasn't noticed the change in his body language, instead occupying her hands by digging out a cigarette and pressing it between her lips. ]

I'm an alcoholic. [ Wryly: ] Why do you think?

[ Still, it's amicable when she holds her pack out to him, offering if he wants. ]

Besides, I've done almost nothing but sleep for the last fucking week. Needed to stretch my legs.