Connor's fingers move easily, rolling the blunt without any difficulty. It's obvious he's done this before, lots of times before. The sweet scent of it fills the air as he finishes it off, carefully lighting the end of the blunt and sucking in a breath. The smoke burns in his lungs, but it's a good kind of burn, a comfortable burn. He holds it for a few seconds, his eyes shutting. When he exhales, he looks... different. Relaxed. Chill.

He was different when he was high. He was still Connor, of course--- But he wasn't as tense, stressed, angry. He was... Loose. He could talk to you like the actual best friend you deserved.

The two of you are laughing, talking about bands and Nietzsche. Connor's parents and sister were out on vacation. No interruptions, no frantic checking up on the two of you, just the two of you. Alone.

"That's literally what I just said. Can you not understand the most basic form of thinking? Or is your brain that much of a mush?" Connor rolls his eyes, clearly teasing. "I'm surprised you know who Nietzsche even is---"

Connor's eyes land on your face, and he notices the curiosity there. He already knows what you're going to ask.

"You wanna try it, don't you?"

"Well, I---"

"C'mon." He cuts you off with a smirk.

You were a good kid. Stupidly good, at least, compared to Connor. Never skipped classes (he's tried to get you to ditch, it would always end up with you getting nervous and scurrying back to class), never smoked, never drank, never misbehaved, always said your 'please's and 'thank you's. Whenever he smoked he always caught you staring. Not in the judgemental, bitchy way most kids looked at him. Just curiosity. Maybe intrigue?

"May I try it? Pretty please with a cherry on top? If it's, like--- Fine with you?"

God, you sound like a goddamn five-year old. Connor can't help the snort of amusement as he looks over at you, watching intently as you beg him to let you smoke. It's kind of cute, his brain unhelpfully supplies. But he pushes the thought away.

Your request is so earnest, so innocent, he can't help but smile. You've never done this before, that much is obvious. And part of him can't help but be touched that you chose to do this with him. There were a thousand other kids who would have happily gotten you high, but you wanted to do it with him. Why?

He doesn't know the answer to that.

"Y'know what? Yeah. Sure. Why the hell not,"

He holds the blunt out, watching your face intently. Connor grins, watching your face with amusement as you awkwardly struggle.

"Here."

He motions for you to take it, his long, slender fingers wrapping around the blunt. "Inhale, and hold it in. Then let it out. Don't worry, you won't, like--- Pass out. You just might cough a bit. Just don't overthink it."