Lying there and smoking, then he gets kind of indignant at being told what he's not allowed to express, because he's emotional and a little raw and he never likes being told to put a lid on his emotions.

"I can say that shit, cuz. I get to say that shit. Don't tell me what I can't say about myself, I'm emotionally aware of my own fucking shit, okay."

He glances around, ashes the cigarette into a coffee mug sitting on the floor, then offers it back to Carmy before he finishes it. Studies Carmy kind of out of the corner of his eye, as if afraid of looking at him square on and what that might make him do, then turns his hand to lift Carmy's up and brings it up to his mouth so he can kiss, reverently, the ragged scar across Carmy's palm.