can't, love you too much
Grunge swayed only a little as the drug tugged at his shirt, and his heart and his bare bones. And he sat on a chair not beside but not opposite Heroin's, taking it as a sign that he wouldn't be being too forward in doing so.
Didn't break contact with that hand though. He smoked and tipped the ash onto the middle of the table carelessly. He caught the shiver - of course he did, he wasn't staring but he was studying everything - and tried to hide in another drag, chewing on the thumbnail of his unoccupied hand.
"I'm here because I felt you here." he said, sincere and knowing that it didn't answer the questions, why had he taken so long to come back and why had he left in the first place? "And no, not your fault." He was adamant on this point, strong and decided and not taking any arguments no that point. Heroin had done nothing wrong.