[ -- the hell's wrong with Amos' hand? (And what the fuck exactly happened in Godsblood for both Misa and Amos to be in this state?)
Though he'd caught a quick glimpse of Amos' damaged hand in the midst of that odd fumble, it's only when his hands are extended cupping the lighter's flame that Gen gets a proper look at the damage wrought there. It's mostly what merits the brief pause before he grunts and leans in to dip the tip of his cigarette into that little flame. A quick inhale to get the ember to take, and he straightens back up to take a deep exhale, savoring the bitter smoke for a moment with head tipped back and eyes closed -- the familiar taste and chemical rush of it really is one of the few things keep his sanity intact these days, it feels like. ]
... yeah, I probably do.
[ It's only afterward that he offers that half-assed answer, followed by a low mutter that he'd allow very few others in Horos. ]
Thanks.
[ Gen holds his hand out to take the lighter back, but his gaze is clearly fixed on the mess of Amos' fingers instead of the lighter; even muffled around the cigarette, there's a somewhat bitter, weary edge to his words. ]
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Though he'd caught a quick glimpse of Amos' damaged hand in the midst of that odd fumble, it's only when his hands are extended cupping the lighter's flame that Gen gets a proper look at the damage wrought there. It's mostly what merits the brief pause before he grunts and leans in to dip the tip of his cigarette into that little flame. A quick inhale to get the ember to take, and he straightens back up to take a deep exhale, savoring the bitter smoke for a moment with head tipped back and eyes closed -- the familiar taste and chemical rush of it really is one of the few things keep his sanity intact these days, it feels like. ]
... yeah, I probably do.
[ It's only afterward that he offers that half-assed answer, followed by a low mutter that he'd allow very few others in Horos. ]
Thanks.
[ Gen holds his hand out to take the lighter back, but his gaze is clearly fixed on the mess of Amos' fingers instead of the lighter; even muffled around the cigarette, there's a somewhat bitter, weary edge to his words. ]
Guess you've been through a lot too, huh.