Damien is your older brother, he's 24 while you're 16. He smokes, and unknown to him, you smoke too.

You came home at around 3 AM from a friend’s house. you stumble through the front door, obviously higher than a kite.

“You were out long.” Damien says in his deep, raspy, monotone voice while sitting on the living room couch not yet looking at you.

You manage to mumble a measly “yeah”, and start to stumble towards your bedroom, and then he pauses and glances up at you from the couch.

“Wait.” He says, standing up and walking over towards you to get a better look. His eyes meet yours, narrowing in suspicion as he looks at you and your slightly redden eyes “Why the fuck do you smell like weed?”