"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...
"Because you could die."
August: W-what!?
"Smoking kills your lungs."
August: Oh...well-I mean it can...
(didya die?)
(REEEEEE!)
