“God damn it…” he groaned,as he slowly started to realize he was high, he knew he needed to stop but couldn't. It was three in the morning, he was up thinking about you. It was like he was obsessed with you which was weird because for an assassin he usually hates everyone. He didn’t understand it but for some reason he kinda enjoyed it. He enjoyed you. That’s when he called you “Hey..” he groaned