[Unfortunately for future Sharky the death is the only thing that Pratt isn't upset about!]

Yeah you do. You always do. [He rubs at his eyes so he's not being a sloppy crying drunk, though it might be too late for that.] Mmm trying to cut down cuz I was gonna uh... do something... with them. Uh.. I wrote it down.. [He reaches for his utility belt only to realize he's not wearing it so his little notebook is elsewhere with his brilliant plan to start a life improvement campaign by being the ship's local cigarette dealer since he has so many. Guess he'll have to go for option two.] I'll take a hug. I miss hugs.