[ daan's expression resolves. kaveh looks. and then, finally, he smiles. he lets daan go. ]

Good. [ gently, kaveh nudges daan's shoulder with his own. ] By the by, save the cigarette that I flipped around in your carton for last. If you smoke that one last, you'll have luck in love. It's a harmless tradition, I don't think it actually does anything. But indulge me, yes?