Wiping the blood on the back of his hand (not his suit, thank you), he swallowed hard at nothing. Hopefully nothing else would come of the symptom. It sometimes happened just for no reason, but other times it could be an omen of an impending withdrawal attack.

"Uh, thanks." He smiled awkwardly, very forced. Shit shit shit not now. After a moment, it didn't feel like it was going to happen and he couldn't deny his relief. Sighing out quietly, he kept his eyes fixed on the black road with its yellow stripe galloping down the center.