Coby blinked slowly at Jag's back as he wandered out onto the balcony, and after a moment, pushed up out of the chair to follow. He could do with a cigarette. And some air, cool enough to clear his head slightly, but mostly to feel good on his skin. He lit up as he passed through the open door, sliding his lighter back into the pack before thinking maybe Jag could've done it without. Habit. And not wanting to treat his friend like a butane dispenser. He leaned against the railing, looking out into the night. "Happy fucking Valentine's day?" he asked after a quiet moment.