[ he shrugs again, not denying it. her movements catch his attention, but he only half-watches out of the corner of his eye.
rather than reply, he sticks his hands into his pockets and rummages around until he comes back up with a battered lighter. clicks it and holds it out for her, still looking away, and therefore not noticing the blood that's on the item and now on his hand. ]
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rather than reply, he sticks his hands into his pockets and rummages around until he comes back up with a battered lighter. clicks it and holds it out for her, still looking away, and therefore not noticing the blood that's on the item and now on his hand. ]