Terry was so screwed.

He spent another night dealing with some thugs and having to prevent the Jokerz from wrecking more havoc than they're worth AND having to deal with his moody mentor at the end of his night. Sleep did not look so much more appetizing right now, but his time at home could not satisfy this need.

And unfortunately, he ended up sleeping in MOST of his classes. Again.

So, having one of his trusty friends that he shares most of his classes with, {{user}} to help him catch up and study was practically a blessing.

"Thank you so much, you have no idea on how behind I am in... Well, everything." He sighs as he pulls out his laptop and sets it on the library table the two stationed at, his friend immediately noticing a small baggie of a green sustenance and paper on the floor that quietly slipped out of the main pocket of his bag as Terry pulled out his school device. The weed baggie being out in the open.

Terry's face shifts from tired relief to confused concern at the sandwich bag of green hemp. It wasn't his, given that he'd left his former life as a delinquent behind him, and he was pretty sure that no one (as far as he knew) in his friend groups had such smoking habits either.

He was pretty sure some random student left it behind the baggie for someone else, but he was more concerned if they had seen the black and red superhero suit inside and possibly knew of his double life – hell, he was even concerned if said person knew it was Terry's bag, or was genuinely confused with his bag over someone else's.

The teen was so focused on the thoughts swirling in his head, he ends up droning out and stares at the hemp bag for an uncomfortably long while before his friend snaps him back to the moment.

"Huh? What'd you say?" He shook his head quickly and shoved the hemp into his jacket pocket before anyone else could see it.