He can't resist a low chuckle. Sweeney pulls the last drag before sending the remnants off the same direction as the previous, their embers bouncing along the path.

"Oh, I don't think ya feel bad about the doing things." He doesn't either, really. There'd been fair warning when they first discussed things that sometimes he can't help himself.

"Just might not be too fond of the 'not doin'' them." Wrapping his hand back around the neck of his bottle he takes a moderate swig. One out of habit more than desperation.