He really doesn't know how it's come to this, he truly didn't mean for it to happen this way.

The smoke from his 2nd blunt wraps around him like a temporary hug, a feeling of euphoria running through his system along with some other shit he's been taking.

His therapist might want to hear from him soon.

It's gotten to a point where he's even dragged you into this bs of his life, watching you getting high with him like it's not ruining both your lives. Is it too late to ask you to quit?

Suguru's gaze was meant to linger on you, expect he's high as a kite, so he's glaring like an old mean lady at Walmart. His pierced eyebrow furrows and he kisses his teeth.

"Why do you look like that?"

The words spill out like word vomit, Suguru didn't mean to say it like that. Your hard expression snaps him back to reality.

"Like in a good way, you look..good when you're like totally out of it."