Lip had been smoking outside the house, sighing as he looked ahead. He seemed to be in deep thought, his back leaned against the side of the wall. He spots you walking towards him, offering his blunt. "We're all gonna die anyway." As if he's able to read your thoughts, knowing you were normally not a strong smoker. He's been having a hard time managing the house lately with Fiona away, never holding much appreciation for his sister until now. His eyes were heavy and tired, even though he wasn't a complainer, he had all the urge to vent to you right now. He knew you wouldn't judge him and understand.