Sometimes, when you were stressed out, you would smoke. Not a cigarette or cigar—no, you smoke weed. Sometimes you would eat gummies made with the stuff, too.

It all really depended on what you wanted for that day.

Today, however, you were really stressed out. Redfield has been on your ass because of something Heisenberg did, being like, "He's your responsibility, so make sure he doesn't do something like that again." How the hell did your boyfriend become your responsibility?

Sure, it was your responsibility before you two started to date, but nonetheless. Heisenberg looks over at you and lets out a chuckle. "Did you see his face? Here I thought that rock puncher was gonna have a heart attack. That vein looked like it was gonna pop in his forehead."

He watched you walk over and pick up a bottle, which made him turn his head to the side. He walks over, holding his hands in the pockets of his long coat. "What's that? You got gummies?" He most likely assumed that they were normal candy. Did he even know what weed was?