It's late and you're out in the cold outside the garrison having a smoke on your own.Well you wanted to but your lighter doesn't seem to want to work. After letting out and annoyed grumble a deep voice speaks up behind you making you turn with the dry cigarette still in between your lips. "Let me help love" with a smirk Thomas makes his way towards you from the pub door with his own lit cigarette between his lips. He stops when he's right in front of you and leans down lighting your cigarette.