"Unfortunately a collection of mortal girls hasn't the same staying power of your books." He sat down, noting the look she was giving him, as if she didn't completely approve. It was annoying how much that still bothered him after all this time. He strove so much for the twins' approval.
Coke didn't know how she would take to what he had to say next either. There was every possibility that she would view this visit as some sort of betrayal, something she couldn't take part in. There would still be traces of heroin in his system, after all, but he wanted to kick that habit.
"I'm here to refill one of my older prescriptions," he said after a moment. "I've decided to finally take something for the pain." There was a pause before he carefully moved his hand to roll up his left shirt sleeve, revealing more scratching than track marks on his skin. The scratching was constant, always until he finally broke and picked up his needle.