MJ
“You heard what he said about the grounding.” Marijuana replied, his own frown rivalling Mark’s when it came to intensity. “We have no way of physically restraining him without it being abuse, so... what other way did I have? And it’s not like being put to sleep really hurts, it’s just... being too high.” Which, yes, Marijuana could admit could be frightening, if one had never experienced an anxiety attack... he started to slowly feel guilt creep through him before he shook his head as if to clear it.
He was quiet for a moment, thinking hard. “You know, he really can’t stay away for too long. All of his shit’s at the Highway. Including his computer, with all of his schoolwork on it, and his textbooks. He might be able to borrow clothes from Bret and Harvey, but he won’t be able to do his classwork without his laptop or his books. He’ll come back.” And if he didn’t... well, Marijuana would figure that out later.