Gokudera knows smoking is bad. Oh, he's very much aware that he shouldn't, and that it's a nasty habit, that it could eventually kill him. But... as awful as it is, it is helpful. He's got an oral fixation, an overactive, stress-riddled mind, and would likely grind his teeth without something to vent out his frustrations. That, and the cigarettes are part of his weapons. At least he has money to replace them. He can probably buy something on the ship.

"I think that if I smelled like you, I'd smell like a sushi shop." Not bad, but not a very Gokudera scent. Home to him is like... smokey, bitter and spiced. Like coffee, cinnamon, and then a hint of cigarettes. As often as he is smoking, Gokudera always made it a habit to open windows if he smoked in his apartment. The smell of cigarette smoke isn't appealing, even for someone like him.

"I'm sure. Thanks." He seems less irritated, his lip a little more abused, and he watches the other boy lay his shirt out. "Yeah... I know. They're pretty much a necessity for any man, though, especially in the mafia."