Oh... they were actually having a conversation about this? It was better than getting his ass kicked, but Gareth had kind of hoped after revealing what he knew, he'd be allowed to go and see a doctor. Internal bleeding and all that?

He took the offered cigarette and sat down on a set of steps. "Cheers." This was weird. He held it out for a light.

"You could be a journalist," he said with a wan smile. "They only just sacked me." He listened with his head titled slightly to the side. He took a draw from the cigarette. Then he coughed. "Fucking hell." It had been quite a while since he had tried a cigarette. He felt a sharp pain every time he coughed. "Jesus." At last his lungs ceased to irritate. "Why'd you do that? I'm sacked. Got a score to settle with someone?"