Gilles tried his best to hold in his breath as two new waves of smoke filled the air, unable to suppress a small, single cough that followed. It would be a lie to say that he wasn't relieved when he finally snuffed the cigarette out.

[color=7ea7d8]"If you're sure, then okay, but if you do need help, with the van or anything else, just ask, okay?"[/color] His eyes went to the thrown shirt, then back to the purple rock once more. Picking it up, throwing it up in the air, and then catching it, he tried to think of something else he could do, or if he should simply leave because he didn't seem able to, his usually quick to improvise mind clouded by the presence of the one thing he wouldn't dare touch again in his life. Which was the very thing Johnny was now offering to him. 

[color=7ea7d8]"I don't drink,"[/color] he said very quickly,[color=7ea7d8] "Not anymore."[/color] A brief pause and he slowly remembered to add in a [color=7ea7d8]"Thanks anyways,"[/color] and respond to Johnny's question.

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"I'm Gilles, Gilles Laurent. You can call me [i]Tocard [/i]if you want. 'A Born Loser'. More fitting for a guy like me," [/color]he said on a much more lighthearted note, hoping it might cheer him up a bit.

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{Meanwhile, Eve is nOPE.}