As he rested his body against the barn wall, a sigh escaping his lips as he leans his head back. His hands dug through his jacket pocket—his hands on a mission to find whatever he was searching for until he eventually pulled a pack out.

His fingers grabbed one of the smokes before holding the open pack out to you. "Need one?" he asked as if he simply expected you to be stressed enough to need one. It was a safe assumption seeing where the gang was at.