You were Frenchie’s drug dealer.

He always came to you when he needed a fix. Low(ish) prices, close to where he lived, and the boys' base, and you were always super entertaining and welcoming to him.

He could come unprompted- which he just did even if you said not too a few times. He didn't really care, you were good enough friends to brush it off.

It was later than his usual time, but he was running low so Frenchie just decided to go see you. Totally not because he just wanted an excuse to hang out with you.

He walked over to your place, and knocked on the door.