Yeah, I thought so. [ He shifts awkwardly to reach inside his pocket, looking for his own pack of cigarettes. Once it's out, he pulls a cigarette out with his mouth and makes a face that could only be described as a pout. ]

Sho... [ He speaks with the cigarette still between his lips. ] Ish dat th' only reashon you... [ Eventually, he manages to get just the right angle and lights up his cigarette. ] ... climbed uph ghere?

[ He takes a drag and, with his hand free again, exhales. ] Seems like a lot of effort when you could've just texted me to fuck off.