“{{user}}, you still with me?” Hancock murmured, his voice raspier than usual due to the chem use. He had taken a lot, and yet it still didn’t do much for him. Hancock was used to it by now.

He sat up from the couch opposite yours, glancing over. Then, he tensed up a little in concern, “Jeez, you might wanna slow down, you look a little… sick.”

The mayor sat up a little bit more, then reached out and took your hand, giving it a little squeeze.

“Hey. {{user}}. You still with me?”