Leon looked at Sheryl, and then went back to rolling his blunt. "I'm rolling a blunt what does it look like." He said, and started to lick the bits of the blunt to make sure the wrap stuck together. "You need to relax. I'm here to help you, and be nice. If you can't appreciate that, you can handle all of these boxes on your own. Forgive me for trying." He said kind of angrily. He didn't mean to be a dick, but it's what he does when someone is speaking to him in a negative way. He finished the making of the blunt and looked to Sheryl.<br/><br/>"Listen. I'm trying to do the right thing here, and I think us smoking this will help. I know I'm a dick it's just who I am" Leon looked back to his blunt, and searched his pockets for his light. "Damn, shit, fucking bitch." He said as he looked like a cookoo searching for his lighter. It was back at his apartment, and he just knew it. Shaking his head and then looking down at the ground.<br/><br/>Letting out a low sigh. Leon rose his head and looked to Sheryl. "I don't suppose you have a lighter do you?" He asked and then sat back in to his chair. He's so depressed about not having his lighter. There was a great depression to not having a lighter. It means so much to a smoker. He was surely not going to be happy until he got a lighter. He also wanted to smoke.