307. How have you been?

As the cigarette packet emptied, Noah drove them back, reaching the apartment in two hours. Jemma took off his blazer, observing him as he headed straight for the whiskey counter and poured himself a drink. Seeing his indifference, she voiced her concern, "Enough, Jimmy. You've smoked a lot, and now... drinking?"

"You go and sleep. We might leave tomorrow morning."

"And what about you?"

"I'm fine."

"That's not the answer to all my questions," she snapped, growing irritated. He looked at her.

"What's wrong with you? Why do I feel like you're just pretending to be nice with me?"

Noah gulped down the alcohol and headed straight to the study room, leaving her with unanswered questions.

Jemma couldn't tolerate his indifference and followed him into the study room.

Noah was lighting up a cigarette.

"Jimmy, I'm asking something," she said.

"I said, sleep." He said while taking a deep drag, turning away. Unfazed, Jemma approached him, "And I said stop smoking and drinking."

"It's none of your