"But then how the hell am I supposed to get the tree out?" He asks, voice whining a little as he holds out his hand, but still maintains a firm grip on the front deck of their old ship. Even if the Tenth was more concerned about his friend's hand, Gokudera promised he wouldn't break anything. He's a man of his word, and he's not going to fail just because he needs the use of his hand and is killing for a cigarette.