Tristan couldn't wipe the smile from his face when she curled into his side and he leaned forward to work on packing the pipe. He chuckled at her cold dead heart comment because he knew that just wasn't true. If it was cold or dead, she wouldn't love him and he KNEW she loved him. His ego told him so as did her arms wrapped around him.
The pungent smell of weed wafted into the air the second he opened the baggie and he retrieved enough to fill the bowl of the pipe. "Auditions?" he mused, his blue eyes focused on what he was doing but he heard her snicker and quirked a brow in curiosity. "What's so funny? What do you mean audition?"
With the pipe prepared, he grabbed the cheap Bic and held both of them out to her, offering her the first hit. He was already chill with all the alcohol he'd consumed but he would have offered her the first hit regardless.