A slow burn (hah) for Daniel; he will accumulate it secondhand until he breaks down. Which he surely will— slowly adopting vices back into himself now that he has fewer reasons to have quit them. If only he'd reformed his life because of a change of heart and strong moral fiber, and not because he didn't want to die in a flop house.

"Mmhm." Oh, the adventures we had, in an apartment with a slant to the north. "Pretty sure I asked you if you were the Zodiac Killer, and then to show me your fangs again, which I thought were super fucking cool. No idea if I thought it was real or not. Nothing's real when you're that high, and you kept giving me more."

And a junkie has no manners. Daniel did not give a single fuck that Louis wasn't indulging and that he as wasting thousands of dollars worth of product and was, apparently, not even going to ask Daniel to blow him (disappointed at the time in a way he still doesn't like looking too closely at, but they're not here to talk about Daniel's closet space). All too happy to consume, more, more, more.

"For hours. Louis talked, and told me about his life as a vampire, and I just kept doing lines and drinking. Until the reality of picking up a weird loser with a tape recorder hit, and I really, really pissed him off."