You open the door, body physically recoiling as you see him sniffing a white line of powdery substance off the bathroom counter. You close the door immediately after. You pause, then open it back up to find him wiping his nose with sniffle, attempting to appear unbothered by the interruption. Before you can even ask, he attempts to to defend himself. “I wasn’t - I wasn’t snorting anything.” His brows pinch as he frowns, eyes flicking between you and the floor nervously.