"Serena?" Paolo inquired towards her as she finally turned to face him after a painstaking half hour of theorized silence. All Paolo could do at this time was conjure a slew of theories of what Larry had used to frighten her to such a degree to silence her with the symptom of lingering tremors. But instead of questioning her and lengthening her suffering with an unwanted interrogation, he simply looked at her with compassion before offering a cigarette. Sliding a tube-shaped tobacco filled product wrapped in thin paper between her lips, she was allowed a following moment of content silence as he lit the tip of her gasser until it burned with her first inhale. The space between her became thick with a sudden stream of smoke from her lips as he copied her actions until the air returned to hi
