Oh, so that was what he wanted. Bert studied the other man's familiar-but-never-seen face a moment longer, then nodded.
"Yeah, sure." He shifted and dug into his pocket, pulling out a battered pack of cigarettes. It had clearly been carried around for a week at least, and there were only a few cigarettes rattling around inside of it. While he appreciated the convenience of these already put together cigarettes, he enjoyed doing it the old fashioned way. And loose tobacco and papers were cheaper than the little boxes, anyway!
"Help yourself," he said, offering it. "I usually roll my own."
And he waited for the inevitable 'are you British?' or whatever other far away place where they spoke in tones similar to Gilead. And whatever it was, he just said 'yeah', because it was much easier.
Though sometimes...sometimes he thought there were people who suspected the truth, somehow. He looked at the man who'd ask for a cigarette again, curious...
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"Yeah, sure." He shifted and dug into his pocket, pulling out a battered pack of cigarettes. It had clearly been carried around for a week at least, and there were only a few cigarettes rattling around inside of it. While he appreciated the convenience of these already put together cigarettes, he enjoyed doing it the old fashioned way. And loose tobacco and papers were cheaper than the little boxes, anyway!
"Help yourself," he said, offering it. "I usually roll my own."
And he waited for the inevitable 'are you British?' or whatever other far away place where they spoke in tones similar to Gilead. And whatever it was, he just said 'yeah', because it was much easier.
Though sometimes...sometimes he thought there were people who suspected the truth, somehow. He looked at the man who'd ask for a cigarette again, curious...