He wasn't a heavy smoker, barely smoking a few cigarettes in a month. But after days of constant spinning, his nerves were frayed. The nicotine rolled through his lungs, bringing a brief sense of ease, but with it came the crushing weight of grief over losing a loved one.,Even if she did nothing, just standing there or speaking a word, or even just being in the same place as him, would make him feel much more at ease.,"He didn't do anything, just stayed in the car for a while and then left."。