"Your companion? You wish it, now?" She picked up the needle and the vial, leaning to slide them into a drawer on the other side of the desk, without actually moving or walking to do so. She straightened, picking up the bottle of Avinza and unscrewing the child-safe top.
"Avinza it is, then, my sweet. You will find it quite... lasting. It is a twenty four hour treatment, 'round the clock' is what they say, and has many... dangerous possibilities. Do not crush it, dissolve it, or drink it with alcohol." She paused, eyes gleaming in the dim light.
"Then, I suppose it is those possibilities you seek, isn't it?" She withdrew one pill, at 120 mg, the highest dose available.
She shrugged lightly. "My brother is irresistibly sweet. I would not call it a mistake, Clark. Not at all," she mused, inherently unable to suggest anything negative of Heroin. She knew he had his shadows, but then, so did she. And they were slithering beneath her skin now, wanting something they had not had in over a century.
Glancing down at the pill between her fingers, she moved off her lean against the desk, so that she stood very close to him. She leaned down, placing one hand on the arm of the chair in which he sat, and she offered him his very first dose of Avinza then and there. "There is no need to miss what you once had, brother. For it is right here, and always has been, waiting," she said in a hushed, almost purring way.