+ everything- everything except where he looked.

He'd scan the surrounding area and the occupants present, appearing some-what lost despite looking as if he belonged.

His head would lull to look at her, " I'm usually a night person, but I don't mind knockin' myself out early so I can meet the demands of your schedule. "

+ in memory. He hated it, but couldn't do anything more than distract himself to ease the discomfort.

He could only assume she endured the same hell, one way or another.

" Oh, yeah, forgot to ask. When do you need me up, boss? "

+

For once, it was something he could properly understand; scars from his youth and some from his more recent past littering his entire being. Most were hidden, but the occasional line would peak through the clothes he wore.

Most remained dormant, but the more / recent / scars occasionally pulsed+

+ himself to relax properly.

" Don't mention it. You ever need more of that shit you just let me know, alright? "

He'd have to make phone calls before the night was over, but he was sure he had enough in cash to at least get himself another bag.

" Fuckin' flare ups are the worst. "

+

"Did it help any?"

He'd lift his head just enough to look at her, eyebrows raised in questioning. If it worked, he'd make sure to stock up on his weed supply sooner than later.

Maybe he did- no. He wouldn't let go of that just yet.

The smile would fade as he briefly lost himself to his thoughts, a silence lingering between the two before his train of thought cycled right back to / her /.

Right, they had gotten high together for a reason.

He lifts a hand to rub at his own ink, the colors of orange and yellow having long since faded to a more neutral hue. Even the lines done in black were beginning to fade; he'd probably have to get a touch up sooner than later unless he wanted it to decay further.

+ inked himself on a whim.

"Got any more? Or just the two."