Sitting outside in the bloody cold is meant to be clever, now?
[He stays where he is, for a moment longer--but then shoves away from the tree he's leaning against and comes to sit down beside her, taking his hands out of his pockets. He gets out a cigarette while he's at it, and offers her one.]
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[He stays where he is, for a moment longer--but then shoves away from the tree he's leaning against and comes to sit down beside her, taking his hands out of his pockets. He gets out a cigarette while he's at it, and offers her one.]
Want one?