You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
"Uh--wha--" Adam frowned and moved backwards at the sound of his mother's voice, unsure of if he'd heard it right or if he was really that drunk.
But no, there she was in the flesh, sat on the shrine. Wearing the clothes he'd grown so used to seeing that they didn't even really register to him as inappropriate anymore (Hell, when he'd been working he'd worn much less) and picking up the cigarette, putting it to her lips. Numbly, automatically, he pulled a lighter from his bag (a converted pistol part, new technology for his world and apparently black fucking magic here, cos he hadn't seen any others).
"...Here." He flicked it open, lit the end of the cigarette. But as soon as it was lit whatever spell of astonishment had been holding him still broke and he shook his head. "No, wait. Mum, the fuck you doing here?"
Adam
It didn't.
