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*is staring so damn hard at that cigarette*

(ooc: Mun also offers commiserations over the broken laptop D: )

There's still half left, and Tommy arches a brow at the other male. Taking another drag, he holds the smoke in his lungs and offers the rest of the cancer-stick out to him.

Daryl can't quite believe that someone's offering him a drag of something so precious, but he's not going to hesitate to accept.

"Thanks, man."

Tommy nods once, exhaling through his nose.

"Savor it. It's my last."

Daryl nods in complete understanding, and shuts his eyes as he inhales deeply, the nicotine rush going straight to his head. He coughs a little as he exhales, it's embarrassing, but its been a long time since his last.

"I wouldn't be giving away my last one." He offers it back, it's not his to finish off, after all.

"You're lucky. I wasn't good at sharing before the apocalypse. Guess the end'a the world changes people."

He accepts the cigarette back. He hesitates taking the final drag, knowing that once he does, it'll be a long while -if ever- before he comes across another packet. But then he realizes its just going to waste as it slowly burns away, and he takes a final inhalation, stubbing it out on the bottom of his shoe.

"Well... gotta quit some time."