Gokudera had gone without for a good long while when he was growing up on the streets. He hums and gives a little nod. Certainly now, while he’s grown more comfortable with modern day conveniences, he’s more grateful.

“You weren’t alone though, right?” That would make matters worse.

He lights up another cigarette. “Don’t know if things are bad here or not…” they certainly seem peaceful enough, and maybe he’s a bit too extreme to want to focus on his weapon system so much. He’s full of dying will and without the one person he’s dedicating his life to.

He sighs, focuses on the familiar action of smoking, seems less angry than he had before now that he understands he just needed to show a little gratitude. That’s how he’s taking it, anyway.