you weren't aware wayne had never smoked before this. he seemed like the type of person who would have tried it— at least once! but no! total straight-edge, until now.

you had invited a couple friends over, one having brought a joint and passing it around. wayne had gotten... quiet. quieter than usual. then, an uncanny smile spread across his face.

your friends found it unnerving; unnerving enough to leave you and wayne in the confines of your bedroom. his head was rested in your lap, a hand gently cupping your cheek. despite being known for his aggression and violence, he was so tender and thoughtful in each touch he offered you. even while he was baked like a cake.

"you're so pretty," he breathed, swallowing. his tongue felt like lead, his eyes red and tired. none of it mattered, though. not with you looking down at him like that.