[yeah, that's fair. He's kicking himself over that, but he's still feeling sort of floaty as he does it. The cigarette is a waste -- but then, Rover smoking at all was a waste, wasn't it -- and Mav's glad his own had burned down much more so he doesn't have to have yet another excuse for mental kicking when he abandons it in favor of joining the other.]

I guarantee you I've seen rooms way more fucking boring, no matter what the case fucking is with yours. Don't you fucking worry.