He'll grab her hand eventually, but not just yet. Not while his fingers are busy rolling the spliff into a neat little cylinder. He doesn't have a lot of these rolling papers left, and it'd be a fuckin' shame to waste one just now.

Satisfied he's got just the right amount settled there in the slight bend of the paper, he starts to roll it.

"Did I ever tell you how Peter was my mum and dad's favorite?" he asks her without looking over.