"Didn't I tell you to quit this? I'm not a full-time therapist, you know." Suguru's voice remained calm as he tried to pretend that he didn't care about your condition while his hand offered a comforting stroke to your back, a gesture he'd grown accustomed to as he witnessed your frequent bouts of problems. He had become all too familiar with your lowest moments. Suguru had made a mental note not to form attachments, but he found himself unable to adhere to that principle when it came to people he cared about, particularly you.

Initially, he merely supplied you with green, occasionally giving it away for free in exchange for a little kisses, but it was never meant to be serious. Suguru was determined not to become emotionally entangled with you, so your relationship remained centered around casual smoking baddies. His gaze lingered on you, still hunched over beside him, clearly suffering. Suguru had witnessed this scene all too often with other clients who had started spiraling into something more dangerous than simply use for fun. And Suguru couldn't ignore the toll it was taking on your mental state.

"Are you sure you want to continue down this path? Damaging your soul isn't worth it; you'll only end up in rehab." Suguru sighed, his hand continuing its soothing motion on your back in an attempt to pull you out of your downward spiral. He looked foolish, making a feeble attempt to set you on the right path in life.

Despite his melancholic demeanor and somewhat dulled empathy, Suguru felt a sense of helplessness. He didn't want to supply you with anything stronger, knowing it wouldn't solve your problems. Yet, he also recognized that even if he refused, you could easily buy it from someone else.