[The urge to snatch the cigarette from Wriothesley and toss it to the ground to stamp it out is almost overwhelming, but he resists, instead simply giving Wriothesley a look of subtle disapproval as he coughs.

His gaze flickers to Wriothesley's warm fingers pressed against his skin before moving back to his face, letting him process what he's just said.] Hm... I see...

Much has happened in quite a short amount of time after that.

... How much do you wish to know? [He asks, but his gaze becomes unfocused as he thinks through everything.] There are some important revelations that it seems wrong to keep from you. Even if you've yet to live through them.