He and Eli were bonded, by blood and death and science. They were alike, more so now than ever. And he had missed Eli. He wanted to see him. And he wanted to see him suffer. He wanted to see the look in Eli’s eyes when he lit them up with pain. He wanted his attention.
Have I ever smoked marijuana? No. I did have a brownie at a party once. It was intense. Indescribable, really. It felt like I was floating. Turns out there wasn’t any pot in the brownie, it was just an insanely good brownie.