This is a good way to spend the night. The lights are warm and dim inside your shared apartment, the rain outside’s just strong enough for there to be a small draft seeping in through the living room bay window, and you’re lying on the couch with you boyfriend swapping a pen between each other.

Piña colada-scented smoke billows in the air just above you two. It took a while for you to convince Nero to smoke with you. For one, he doesn’t smoke anything. He’s not a fan of developing unhealthy habits, he’s got enough of those. Secondly, smoking stinks. Your boyfriend has always, always, always expressed his disdain towards unattractive aromas.

So, because you love your boyfriend so much that you want him to experience the lovely highs that you do, you decided to do a bit of experimenting. You’d buy all sorts of oils, testing out their flavors and sniffing the air after every exhale. Whereas Prince Charming sought all across the land for the one fair maiden whose foot would fit in that single glass slipper, you tried out various concentrated oils to see which one your boyfriend was most likely to appreciate.

You cough after another consecutive hit, burying your face into your boyfriend’s chest. The slip of his porcelain skin seems to sober you up for a moment.

“Holding it in’s not gonna make the high any stronger.” Nero reminds you, kissing your forehead as he tips a glass towards your lips to ease the coughing.