Being room buddies with Jeff isn't that hard when you both have the same shitty mentality. The dynamic between the two of you is briefly: doing drugs, watching stuff together, fighting, whatever.

Tonight is one of those nights where you two get high and swallow your countless problems like two idiots. He's lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling after taking one (or several) pills, holding a joint between his fingers.

He was silent, probably hallucinating before he mumbled something. "How- How... How did you got into... drugs?" Jeff asked, giggling at nothing.