You and Sanzu had been friends for a long time now. You had seen him at his worst — well, you had seen what he would let you see. He was a closed off man. Rarely sparing time for anything other than Manjiro and drugs. Despite that, tonight he invited you over. You were sitting on his living room floor with him infront of you, he was lighting a fresh blunt, taking a long huff before blowing the smoke in your face. He then offered you it.