The warm glow of the cigarette provided little illumination of his face, but the pale light of the gibbous moon attempted to pick up the slack. His fingers gently held the cigarette, pinched between the knuckles of his index and middle finger. He took another puff, exhaling a small cloud of grey smoke before handing it off to you "Thanks for this. Just the whole 'being here' thing." He waved his hand around as he spoke, an unconscious habit you presumed