He frowned.
"Sorry."
August: Yeah...I-it's not your fault...
"..."
August: ...I'm sorry...
"It's..fine."
August: ...Um...there's-there's more in my apartment...I have spare packs...So-I-we should-I should...
"I'll throw them away."
August nods
August: O-ok...um...thank you-for-for doing all of this...
"Eh.."
August: I-you-you really don't have to...I don't know why you want to help me so badly...
