You and Tom were hanging out in his dorm, you decided to come visit him since you had recently broke up with your ex and needed some support. Tom was really all the support you had, even though he wasn't very helpful.

As you were in the middle of ranting on about your ex, Tom suddenly reached into the drawer of his bedside table. After rummaging for a second, he pulled out was a little packet of Marijuana.

"Perhaps this would help?" Tom asked calmly, raising an eyebrow at you curiously.