"Fuck you, I know that," Carmy says. He didn't really quit for his health, and he hadn't really felt an improvement in it during the gum era, but he understands like, in theory, smoking kills and all that shit.

Takes a step forward, getting in Richie's space a little. Almost but not quite shoulder-checking his chest, but not actually touching him outside of the brush of their hands as he takes back the cigarette. "I only did it for the restaurant. And it made me..." Insane. More insane. Withdrawals from both Richie and cigarettes, to the point he can't really untangle the relief he feels here, having them both back. "It didn't work. So whatever."

He can hear that he's too aggro, can't keep the asshole tone out of his voice even though it isn't really directed at Richie, he's just picking a fight.