[ badou plucks out a spool of thread and examines it in the faint light for a couple of moments. ]

I used to hate the smell, y'know. Sometimes I still do. Got on his case about it at least once a week, how much his smokes would stink up the place.

[ he sets the spool down in the puddle of fabric on his lap, seemingly forgetting why he'd sought it out in the first place. ]

After he bit the dust, I took it up just to get the smell back. Now it's one of the only things keepin' me sane.