He choked slightly on the smoke as he read her reply. She was coming over. Should he dress himself? Shave? Nope; he thought to himself, he'd lounge around on the porch all day. He took another drag of his smoke, and exhaled quickly, marvelling at how the smoke moved and glimmered as the sunlight shone through it.<br/><br/><em>Okay.</em><br/><br/>That was all he sent. That was all he could think of, to send. He was glad that Grace cared enough to come over, despite his horrid mood swings. Being an ass to her really hurt him. The one woman he had ever loved, and will ever love, and he had to push her away. This wasn't fair; on either of them.