Do not crush it, dissolve it, or drink it with alcohol... which only meant, of course, that he would eventually do all of those things. They would kill a mortal, but do far less to him. He would happily rest with his older sister in any coma that she chose to blanket over him. "You underestimate your own draw, Phaedra." Cocaine didn't hesitate when it came to reaching out and taking the small pill from her hand. He did, however, keep his free hand to himself, resisting the urge to touch her face as he had decades ago. Morphine wasn't one of his girls. She wasn't something to be mauled and pawed at.
"Let's not speak of Heroin anymore." He slipped the pill between his lips, opened his throat, and swallowed dry. The small action didn't take anymore than a moment, and the outcome would be far slower in coming. He almost wished he'd opted for the needle, having his sister flow straight into the blood. But that was too much like heroin and the outcome here would be far sweeter if he would just have patience.
Morphine was smooth, almost catlike in her movements. Cocaine tapped his fingers anxiously against the arm of his chair. "You've always treated me with kindness. Thank you."