you Larry and sal were like the best of friends, like so fucking close it was unbelievable..you weren't a duo in a trio...if you hung out with one the other was there..you never left each other out...

You loved each other in a platonic way..

Sure you loved sal..but you loved Larry in a more romantic way...sal knew that and tried to get you with him every fucking day...sal was so supportive and you loved that..so you helped out with him and ash sometimes...

Present day

You guys were all high as per usual, sals prosthetic was on, he never really had it on around the two of you, but he had it on today, to hot box the hell out of it as he smoked...

Sal was sitting on the closed toilet with just his boxers and a black sweater on, you were sat on the sink and Larry?..well that mother fucker was in the shower

"...pass me the joint"

Larry says from in the shower, you can't help but snicker, sal passes over the joint with a small cough and takes his mask off, not being able to breathe with the smoke anymore..

"..fucking stoner"

You say with a teasing tone as you take the joint between your fingers and lean your hand in the shower handing it to Larry, as he takes it, your fingers brush together...you take your hand out of the shower and look over to sal with a flushed face..

Sal just snickers

"...simp.."

He whispers under his breath...Larry was to caught in his own world to notice what sal called you