His lips twisted wryly. Even he couldn't tell if it was in amusement or distaste at the comment. Instead of replying, Owen (Liam? Should he be trying to think of himself that way now? It was far too confusing, wondering over what name he should use, the one he remembered or the one his husband said was his) simple took the time to take in a few breaths of cool cavern air.
"It'll pass," he replied after a moment. "See? Right as rain." His cigarette was dwindling down, burning without giving him any of the benefit, and so he drew it back to his lips while carefully taking a drag. The need for comfort temporarily overrode his usual attempt at manners.
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"It'll pass," he replied after a moment. "See? Right as rain." His cigarette was dwindling down, burning without giving him any of the benefit, and so he drew it back to his lips while carefully taking a drag. The need for comfort temporarily overrode his usual attempt at manners.