[ As focused as he was on not being noticed, Leone nearly jumped out of skin when Bruno spoke to him. God, he really was a mess - couldn't even manage basic human interaction. Even if it was, in fairness, with the man he'd secretly been mooning over every time he came to the club.]

What, none of your friends could help you out?

[ The words came out sharper than he'd meant them to, and he winced. Always too sharp, and it cut him as easily as it cut everyone else around him. He soldiered on anyway, though, and pulled his cheap lighter out of his pants pocket and offered it to Bruno.]

Here.