✶ @gempathic
weed could aggravate psychosis, he heard from some father-funded therapist down the line, but goddamn it was gonna be worth the risk. reward enough for not immediately launching himself into that giant pit just to see what happened. there was something about this place that felt abnormally... real. he’s almost convinced he relapsed and was thrown into a bad trip, or he slipped back into a coma or something. he would wake up eventually. he just had to chill.
he doesn’t even bother going home when he scores a plug—just leans his ass against a wall and rolls up with unsteady hands. he probably shouldn’t engage with the hallucinations more than he needed to, but this one in particular was starting to make him nervous.
❝ got a problem, kid? ❞ he asks with a turn of his head that seems to make his whole body sway despite being braced against brick. it’s less threatening than he would like, truthfully. leo puts an unlit joint between his lips and makes a vague hand gesture toward teen. shit, was there some no-smoking-in-public law bullshit going on? ❝ not a fuckin’ narc or something, are ya? ❞
