[And because he could not say yes, could not confirm nor deny or come even close to maybe doing any of that, the only thing Josh was going to get was Hikaru tossing the butt of the cigarette he had managed to finish in between his word's and Josh's, and lighting up another cigarette.
The nicotine, he hoped, would help. The pain was starting to spread, like an itch. Was he going to be lucky this time, and be able to keep it under wraps?
(No. The ring was creeping into sight again, around his eyes. The graying was probably going to follow soon, in his hair.
It's been a long, long time since he could call his body his own and really mean it.)]
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The nicotine, he hoped, would help. The pain was starting to spread, like an itch. Was he going to be lucky this time, and be able to keep it under wraps?
(No. The ring was creeping into sight again, around his eyes. The graying was probably going to follow soon, in his hair.
It's been a long, long time since he could call his body his own and really mean it.)]