"Worse than attacked." Marijuana said tightly with a grim face. "Eris tried to goad me into fighting with the fucker that did it and I had to sell him weed and look at his smarmy little face and not throttle him." His mind was going everywhere at once, he felt like he couldn't focus on one certain thing and he was feeling that awful paranoia that seemed to come around whenever he was upset.
"I just wish you had called or something." He said quietly, seeming to calm down a bit as she slid her fingers through his hair. "I didn't mean to yell." He muttered before looking away and sighing just a bit.
Marijuana looked at her, really looked at her for a moment before moving closer and nuzzling against her neck, splaying his legs out over her lap and curling up against her. "I just... I'm having trouble keeping it together." Fine, he was displaying weakness but she wasn't going to tell anyone. It was a testament to how awful he felt that he was allowing it at all.