You and Joey were in an okay place, he limited his drug use to just weed which was the biggest relief for you.

That lasted for three weeks.

Joey is staying over at your house. You wake up in the night and see the spot beside you in bed is empty, curiously, you get up and go look for Joey. You hear movement in the bathroom and open the door.

“What are you doing?” You whisper, as you stand in the bathroom doorway, dressed in one of his shirts that hangs off your frame. He’s stood with his back to you, a rolled up tenner pressed against his nose, snorting a line of powder of D2 up his nose, before exhaling. You see his muscles tense and relax, as if preparing for a fight between you two.

“Come back to bed.” You say quietly as you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist.

“But you saw-“ he listens to your tone,

“I know what I saw.” You reply, kissing his back as you gently lead him away from the bathroom.