"All right." Genial, as his gaze wanders back up to the ceiling. "I'll be here."

He said the same thing to the man who gave him the cigarette, and remembers being crushed by the weight of his own words. Now, the statement has all the casualness of Gaeta sitting on a couch, waiting for Simon to come back from getting a glass of water.

...Hey. Water. He could use a little more of that.