Travis didn't speak a lick of Spanish beyond "hola" and "burrito", and he had no idea what book they were referring to, so he didn't even pretend to take interest in what Gabe and William were on about. Which was fine! It gave him time to straighten up and close the door behind Bill and rub at his eyes. The room was getting hazy and, whether it was smoke or just Travie's vision, he thought it might help.
It didn't, much. Whatever.
"Sorry man, it just happened. One of those natural progressions: one minute we're talking about shoes, the next we're high. I don't even know how it happened." His smile widened, the picture of innocence, and he took the opportunity to shuffle the few steps back to his seat, tugging William (and the weed) along too.