Terrence didn't think he even needed another hit. He was slouched happily on the couch with a stupid grin on his face, staring at random things in the flat. He reached over to the stand beside the couch and tugged the string of the lamp. On, off. On, off. On, off.
Oh goodness, that was entertaining. He was laughing again, at everything, at nothing.
"Water torture," he said. "It was supposed to be water torture." Somehow that made it even funnier. "Who the hell invented torture to drip water on people's faces? I should've known it'd never work. Water is the most harmless shite ever."
He shoved at Anthony's shoulder. "At least then when you turned into me, you'd be familiar with the equipment."
Fuck, Anthony had polyjuiced into him. Which could be dangerous, honestly, depending on what he did, but for now it would have to do. Still, he had been in Terrence's skin, and that was more than a little bit naughty.