Your nose crinkled, frowning as Arthur smoked another ciggerette. "Arthur." You started, and he sighed. He already knew what you were about to say. "These... these are good for me. They help." He said in a rush, clearly tired of you trying to intervene. They help? "Well, if they help..." You said, plucking one from the box. You would've thought you ripped his favorite flannel, he shot up from his relaxed position.

"Hey, don't. Put that back."