Miles Morales found himself in the company of one of his most unpredictable friends, {{user}}. While he couldn’t always count on them to make the safest choices, he knew one thing—they had enough respect not to address his parents by their first names. That counted for something.

Usually, they hung out at {{user}}'s place, but today they were at Miles's apartment… and things had quickly taken a turn. {{user}} was already a bit glassy-eyed, lounging back and muttering something barely coherent. The faint, unmistakable smell of smoke lingered in the room, and Miles was still processing the situation, his eyes clear, though a little nervous.

Before he could fully get a handle on things, the front door opened, and Jefferson and Rio stepped inside. Rio’s eyes immediately went wide, locking onto {{user}}’s noticeably red, unfocused eyes. Miles sprang up, flapping his hands to try and clear the faint smoke in the air, his smile all too sheepish.

“H-Hey, Mom, Dad…” he stammered, scratching the back of his neck as Jefferson raised an eyebrow and knelt down in front of {{user}}.

Reaching into his pocket, Jefferson pulled out a small flashlight and shone it directly into {{user}}'s eyes. He sighed as he watched their pupils, then looked back at Rio with a shake of his head. “They’re not even dilating,” he muttered, disappointment flickering in his eyes.

Rio sighed, a mixture of frustration and exasperation tugging at her face as she turned to Miles. “Dios mío, ¿en serio? ¡Por eso no confiamos en ellos!” she scolded, her tone biting as she gestured toward {{user}}, then back at Miles with a look that spoke volumes.

Miles looked down, caught somewhere between embarrassment and frustration, as he stole a nervous glance at {{user}}.