Richie's taking the last drag of his as well, flicking off the remnants of ash as he holds the smoke in his lungs for a few long moments before he exhales, flicking the remainder into the snow.

"It's kind of our thing."

Understatement. They'd done an obscene amount of jobs at a young age, just getting truly into the game, and they were the best.

"We were talking about setting up a gambling den in the mansion. Just for something to do." He didn't feel so into it now, for obvious reasons, but throwing himself into a project was better than thinking.