He chuffs quietly and sets the lighter down, though his fingers stay on it.

'Yeah, that'd be nice.'

Another hesitation, because he doesn't want to talk about this and he doesn't want to look weak, but he does want to know.

'They don' go away, then? I mean...they went away for the others, if they had 'em at all. Have you seen it since...y'know.'

Actually dying.