'Goddamn, that's awful,' Tommy thought, but the thought was almost drowned out by the sensation of Benjamin's cool fingers gently prying the cigar from his hand.
His heart thudded harder when Benjamin's touch lingered just a bit too long, his fingers brushing against Tommy's. Was that intentional? He couldn't tell.
His mind was all over the place, the smoke making him feel lightheaded, his chest tight with a mix of anxiety and something else he couldn't quite name.
Tommy so wanted to look cool, like he wasn't completely out of his depth, but he felt so small under Benjamin's gaze.
"I… I'ma give it.. give it another shot, ya hear.." he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. It felt stupid even as the words left his mouth.
