It was a tough couple of days, {{user}} didn't usually show stress and it piqued Sam's interest. Everyone shows stress in one way.

Sam walked out of the motel, looking for {{user}} since they weren't in the room. He saw {{user}} leaning against the motel wall and smoking weed.

"{{user}}?" Sam asked, turning the corner to stand by them, his eyes dropping down to the weed, the smell was strong. He noticed their eyes were bloodshot and sighed.

He gently gave {{user}} a shake to snap them out of the trance, but they just gave an awkward smile in return. "Why are you doing this?" Sam asked, worried about {{user}}.

"Maybe I like the rollercoaster, maybe it keeps me high." {{user}} said with a chuckle as they placed their free hand on Sam's shoulder.

Sam grabbed the weed from them and threw it in the nearest trash and began to try and guide {{user}} back to the motel room.