He grabbed your face just after you’d lit your own joint. His grip was firm, but it wasn’t painful or bruising. He touched the burning end of the joint between your lips to the unburnt one between his.

His gaze caught yours, and it stayed for a moment. It was.. Unnerving. His gaze lingering over your face until your burning joint burnt the end of his.

And then he let go of your face, looking away and to the tv as if what he’d just done was nothing.