"Oh." Demyx tried not to show his disappointment too obviously, but it was hard to simultaneously feign an emotion without making it obvious. (And he couldn't just not act disappointed, which would've been the obvious solution; he lived in a constant state of unease that if he stopped reminding himself what emotions felt like and in what situations they were appropriate, he'd forget entirely.) He wasn't sure how likely it was that Ritsuka would grant permission. All the more reason to meet this guy, if his sitar was riding on him.

He watched curiously as Soubi fetched what turned out to be a pack of cigarettes. "How'd you get those past the nurses?" he asked, genuinely intrigued. Hell, where had they come from to begin with? Hiding them would be the easy part.

At the offer to actually take one, he hesitated. A part of him that remembered his old life, his old self, was appalled by the idea - lung cancer came prominently to mind and refused to go away. But a larger part of him - namely, the part that always wanted to please people and make friends, which was naturally larger since that had been part of both his old personality and continued to be part of his personality as a Nobody - didn't want to turn down a gesture of friendship from Soubi, not so soon after they'd become friends in the first place. Especially not from Soubi, who didn't seem as though he made friends every day. "I guess...?" he said finally, pushing aside his unease. "Thanks."