He glanced down at his hand that was indeed slipping under Roman’s shirt. When did that happen? Oh well, he didn’t care. He just wanted to keep his hands on his friend and that’s all he really cared about. He just shrugged and didn’t move his hand away. He kept it right where it was. “I don’t think so.” He didn’t feel high or anything. He felt like himself, mostly. The only difference between then and now was the fact that he wanted to be ever so close to Roman right now. “Your loss. They’re really good.” He shrugged at Roman’s question again. “It could be more fun.”
He shook his head. He wasn’t high. This was nothing like being high at all. And he didn’t understand why Roman kept insisting that he was. He wasn’t, damn it! “You’re cute,” he repeated. “I.am.not.high.” He shook his head at Roman’s question. “Nope, I wasn’t groapy with Gwen. We talked and ate and then went our separate ways.” He rolled his eyes at what Roman said. “Just because I’m a werewolf doesn’t mean I have the wolf trait twenty-four/seven.”