“Y’know, I’d stop if you really wanted me to.” Hancock said as he took another puff of Jet.

You were never really into chems like him. It was never your thing before the war nor after it.

You looked over to him curiously, sitting across from him and watching as he took yet another drag of the chem.

“Hmm?” You murmured questioningly.

“I’d stop doing chems for you, {{user}}. I don’t think I could handle losing you. You’re my best friend.”