Penny felt the thud of the case on his stomach before he had realized that Eliot threw the cigarettes. He’d been very focused on drinking and the numbing feeling that began to spread through his limbs. "Fuck if I care." He replied before pulling a cigarette from the case.

It was honestly easier if people didn’t like him. He didn’t like to explain himself to others or admit that he didn’t have his shit together. Eliot knew, that was fine, he’d never had to explain it. "Just leaves more people for you to fawn over." Penny can be nice, sort of.