Jacob declines the cigarette with a raised hand. His body is a sweaty temple, okay.

"I just met you. Sorry if I don't spill my guts right off the bat."

He pauses while something roils inside of him, aching for release. She's here for a reason, and it's not as though the chaos of the last month is a secret or anything...

"I did some things I regret. Except maybe it wasn't me that did them. More like a... part of me. Does that make sense?"

He'll be surprised if it does. It doesn't make much sense to him right now, and it's his life.