[ There is a tilted head at the sight of the fag, a brilliant white in the darkness of the room- as if acknowledging just how out of place it is in the fingers of the woman in front of him. Perhaps it "doesn't count" when it's in a dream, but of all the times Yusuf has seen those blunt fingertips roll the packed tobacco between them, he's never seen the other actually light up. Reaching out to touch the hand sparking the lighter's flint, Yusuf can't help the way worry bleeds into his voice as he reminds, ]
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[ There is a tilted head at the sight of the fag, a brilliant white in the darkness of the room- as if acknowledging just how out of place it is in the fingers of the woman in front of him. Perhaps it "doesn't count" when it's in a dream, but of all the times Yusuf has seen those blunt fingertips roll the packed tobacco between them, he's never seen the other actually light up. Reaching out to touch the hand sparking the lighter's flint, Yusuf can't help the way worry bleeds into his voice as he reminds, ]
Eames, we are dreaming.