… continued from here ; ft. levi ( @bruiscdmouth )
Oh, how he craved a hit of nicotine. The sight of Levi toying with that cigarette was enough to make his fingers tremble, the ghost sensation too vivid for comfort. He should've guessed. Levi wasn't the one to ever help him course-correct. If anything, he always provided ways and means for him to dig his hole deeper. But, 'I need a favour' was Lev's language, he spoke it fluently. And it was enough to make him stop in his tracks and actually pay attention. "What is it?" The temptation of easy cash was alluring enough to even brush off having been called an asshole. "What you need me to do?" Lev patted his pockets, a small theatric before pointing a bruised hand at Levi's cigarette. "Spare me one?"