"Uhuh."

Suguru gave you a sideways glance, listening intently to your half-hearted ramblings with a crooked smirk.

The only time either of you would ever feel comfortable enough to delve into this level of deep conversations was when you were both stoned off your asses-- sprawled across his dorm bed as rain pattered against the window.

It was a Saturday. No need to be on high alert-- the grey sky promised a lazy day, clouds dimming what little sunlight filtered through the window.

"Pass the joint," he muttered, reaching over to pluck it out of your hands-- trying not to interrupt your train of thought as you spoke.