Mac sort of shrugged, closing his eyes and letting E toy with his hair as much as he wanted. After all, it had to serve some purpose other than looking good and hanging in his eyes. "I don't know... I thought it would pass. Or that I could take enough and make it pass or... something, I don't know." He felt the tug of whatever Ecstasy was doing with his head and sighed. It felt good - incredible, actually. There was just a little tug of something in his stomach that didn't feel quite right, but it settled right away and he was doing just fine.
Then E pulled away and Mac's stomach turned right upside-down. He swallowed hard and put a hand to his head. It was jarring and he didn't like it one bit, the way it seemed like gravity had just reversed on him. "It's a legal prescription," he answered, looking back with that pitiful kicked-puppy expression. "I love you, you're amazing to me and you make me feel so good... but I can't be high all the time. I have to come down sometime and when I do, it hurts. I just need something to take the edge off and make it easier to function or else I'm going to turn into some lump on a couch in an apartment in Jersey, wasting my life, my talent and my dream. Because right now I'm so miserable I could die and please don't give me that look..."