" ... I'm out of cigarettes."

Henry looked over at him. He was sat up in bed, conscious for once, staring down at his open cigarette case blearily.

" Do you want me to go into town to get you some?" Henry asked.

" Mm-mm..." He snapped the case shut, and slumped back under the covers.

... Well, he probably wasn't well enough to be smoking anyway, but it wasn't like getting the nicotine shakes would be good for him either.

" I'm going to go downstairs to grab us lunch since you're up," Henry said, standing and putting down the newspaper he'd been reading.

" Mm-mm..."

" Even if you don't feel like it, you have to eat," Henry said.

Aislin turned away from him.

" ...No meat," he said quietly.

Henry understood.

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