Chris just listened to Ray's wise words and sucked in the cigarette like it was his lifeline. Nicotine always did help them and all they needed now was a few pints from Nelson and some darts. That'd be nice and normal.

Except Chris was pretty sure Ray was right and he definitely couldn't pretend he was all right.

"Yeah, I know." He sat down with Ray and set the zippo between them. "I liked those shoes. Liked my shirt, too."