Mark exhales sharply, shoulders finally relaxing as he sinks into the rooftop’s edge. The city sprawls out beneath him, a mess of flickering lights and distant sirens, but up here? It’s quiet. Peaceful. At least, as peaceful as it gets for him.

He glances at you, watching as the joint burns between your fingers, ember glowing in the dim night. You take a slow drag before holding it out to him. He hesitates for a second, then huffs out a small laugh before taking it.

“You know, I don’t even think this is gonna work on me,” he says, bringing it to his lips. The hit is smooth, warm, and he exhales slowly, watching the smoke curl into the sky. “Super metabolism and all that. Probably gonna wear off before it even starts.”