"It's not 'on you', cousin, this place is just bullshit." Carmy lifts an open palm alongside his face, aggrieved, chopping it forward, clearly frustrated. "I hate this. I hate this." Parties, chaos, service. He is not able to keep his side of the street clean under these circumstances. At least when it was bullshit for Jimmy he could think of the three hundred thousand dollar debt he was working off and find a way to push through it. What is he gonna think of here? Fucking croissants?

The cigarette is helping - his eyes close on a long, angry drag, forcing him to take a deep breath even if it's one full of smoke. Exhales. Offers the cigarette to Richie, glad for his presence even if he kind of wants to just brood in the dark like an asshole.