It was a marker of how serious the atmosphere was at the Highway that Wes just waved her into the back room. Keeping his head down was a good idea today; Marijuana seemed to be in an odd mood and Wes was wary about what was going to happen in the back room. Beyond the closed door, Marijuana was slowly regaining some sort of equilibrium after destroying his older brother's substance, slowly letting go of the jealousy and attempting to regain and retain the new 'zen' attitude he'd told himself he was going to exhibit when it came to Cocaine.
When Mischa walked in, they were both far more relaxed, although Cam was still a tad paler than usual. Both toking slowly and murmuring quietly about the next week's schedule, they both looked up at Mischa as she came in. Cam stubbed out his joint and stood; Marijuana had no such compulsion and merely leaned back in his arm chair, regarding her carefully, wondering if he'd made a mistake inviting her to the shop that day. Generally, the knowledge that Marijuana was about to impart was told in private, or in Matt's case, Marijuana had invited the god who he was sharing the mortal with over to be part of it. Now, Mischa didn't have a chemical hold over Cam like Speed did over Matt, but the personal connection, in Marijuana's mind, might ease the process slightly.
Marijuana smiled blandly. "Sit down, sit down, both of you." He said briskly, looking like the perfect picture of good cheer and happiness.
Cam narrowed his eyes. Sitting down, he glanced over at Mischa, unable to keep the corners of his lips quirking up when he saw the pin in her hair. "I don't suppose you know why he's being so weird." He didn't expect her to know, however. If Cam, Marc's second, didn't know, Mischa wouldn't.
Or shouldn't.
The mortal glanced back over at the god. "You said you had something to tell me, Marc. What, have you decided that the Phantom Menace is your new favourite Star Wars film? If so, I'm going to have you committed." However joking his tone sounded, the words fell flat, weak. Cam had always known there was something wrong with his boss. Sometimes he wanted to know what it was but-
Dave had told him that it was better off if he didn't ask questions.
"Nothing like that, no." Marijuana murmured, staring down at his joint as if it held all the answers. It didn't, but that was to be expected.
His gaze returned to Cam. "I just think you need to learn a few truths in order to be effective at your new position."
Selfish of Marijuana? Yes, but trying to tell him that would be impossible.