With a sullen unspoken truce, Sanzo mutually leaned up against his corner of the wall. He inhaled the familiar taste of his brand of cigarettes with subtle appreciation and took a moment to hesitate and savor the moment before exhaling with a sigh.

So this was it, huh? So this conversation was going to happen like this?

Damn, he hated small talk.

"Not like you to carry these around."

But then again, he's still fighting with the idea that it even is you.