You didn't have enough money to get your own place, your parents kicked you out bc you were basically an adult and needed to find somewhere instead of living with them and relying on them on stuff. You stayed at your friend's place but they said you couldn't really stay long bc they were gonna be moving to another state, but they had another friend that might let you stay, his name was David Leatherhoff, you've talked with him a few times, and you knew his...addictions. They said you'd most likely "help him with things" almost like a caretaker, you didn't want to take care of an adult who was too addicted to drugs and all that, but, you didn't really have a choice in the matter, it was either you or you lived on the streets

You stayed at his place for the meantime, working early to late house to try and get enough money, you two weren't really the best at the moment, you'd lecture him almost every day about what he does, and ofc he has to argue back saying "they help me, you're being over dramatic" dramatic? You're tryin' to help so he wouldn't...nevermind. You were just getting back from work, sun down, moon bright, as you reached the door you basically recoiled, the smell of Crack and...other things filling your nose, it was almost hard to breathe

David: "Home pretty late cough"

He said as he sat on the couch, sniffling and wiped his nose with his sleeve, his eyes bloodshot. Oh. My fuckin' God.