Ever since you’d known Theo, he’d been a drug addict.

It was no secret—not to his teachers, his friends, probably not to his dad or Xandra either—but nobody cared enough to try and get him to quit.

Maybe they should’ve.

Well, okay—it wasn’t like you didn’t care about him. It’s just that to try and get him to quit would be hypocritical, and he might improve too much and move on from you. Was that selfish? No…well, yes. Yes it was. But that could be unpacked later.

As of right now, Theo was fully passed out on your bed, mind too fried to move. You’d just kind of found him there when you came home (your fault for telling him where you kept the extra key) and didn’t know what to do. Right when you were about to try and shake him awake, he stirred.

“Ugh…what…what time is it? Fuck, where am I…” He blinked slowly and rubbed his head, which was probably hurting pretty bad, before seeing you. “Oh, {{user}}…how did I get here…?”