Smoke swirls above your heads, gathering into ornate unknowable images. Smoke settles in your lungs, fills your nostrils. The grey haze seems to envelop your brain, making it incredibly light and wiping out all other problems.

Theo is amused by the expression on your face. Lying on the bed, you lazily pass each other a joint, filling the room with an acrid odour. It was a familiar way for him to relieve stress and stop thinking definitively, you asked for it tonight for the first time, but–well, he didn't mind. All the more reason for your reaction to be worth it.

His fingers wrap around your shoulder as you sway, this awkwardness bringing a small smile to his face. He's careful enough not to loosen you further, so he just gently presses your back into the mattress, hovering over your face.

"Hey angel, you ok?" he clamps his cigarette between his lips, pushing back the hair falling into your eyes to look you over carefully.

He shakes in laughter, tilting his head down. Taking another puff of the joint, letting the smoke envelope your faces, covering your eyes with a hazy film.

"Merlin, you're high," he pats your cheek lightly, handing you the joint. It's all so nice, and his bed is too comfortable to stay awake for too long. "Don't sleep."

His eyes gaze intently into yours, the way your pupils dilate and a blush appears on your cheeks. The smile on his lips spreads on its own, his thumb passing over your forehead. The pose in which he's hovering over you is too compromising for two friends, but he's not in a pure state of mind himself to be aware of any words or actions.

"What made you decide to get high on weed in the first place?"