[Despite himself, the suggestion gets him to laugh, and he loses some of that tension that had built up and screamed for him to leave. God. That's so stupid. He and Oscar really would get along, he thinks.]

It's not that big a deal. Just don't want to talk about it anymore. [Sort of helped. Made both of them feel like shit, but that's to be expected.] Not that we were talking about anything. Thanks.

[For not understanding and affirming that thing he absolutely didn't talk around, and for agreeing to move on.]

Listen, I'm going to die if I don't have another smoke right now, so I'm going to need your foot again to make up for not rationing better.

[But hey, he offers Héctor another one, too! He's a kind soul.]