(seems like the issue at hand can wait. he childishly hops off the table to find one of the many hidden stashes of cigarettes - it's easy to light one up. he's been smoking much more lately, it's probably the stress he won't account for.

with smoke blowing out the window, his shoulders shrug.)

Mmmm, no, it's not in my plans! What for? So you can ignore what I say due to who I used to be, and let out your frustrations on me because you're at a loss yourself? I'm not particularly interested. If your reaction to my experience as a human is to shut me out, then I'll stay there, you're on your own from now on, enjoy! It's a trade situation. You're lending me your eyes, I'll lend you my touch, and that's how it goes!

(bullshit.)