I wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes.

He mumbles.

I lost my pack. Or they took it away from me. I don’t know. They said they’d get me another one, but I wanted… to do it myself. Do one little thing myself.

This is the truth, a pitiful boy who desperately wants not to be pitiful, screaming and crying in the front seat of his car, poisoned by an infected G-tube that's keeping him alive, but not alive enough.