He took a cigarette, smiling gratefully, and nodding his thanks.

The sounds of his voice. Rolling his own cigarette. And being so damn familiar, like a word caught on the tip of his tongue he couldn't quite get. It was all there, and he felt like a damn fool for not being able to grab it.

"Got a name to go with those good looks." he asked as he placed the cigarette between his lips, patting down his own pockets, before realizing he needed a light, too. "And a light while I'm at it?"