[he knew it. he knew it he knew it he knew it. This couldn't last forever at all, could it? He looked up to Birdman. He was scratching. He knew that feeling, but he never did it with an old injection site. It was the reason his neck was a mottled mess right now, anyway.]
Nothing major. A day of punishment, but it is over now. [he shrugged, his scapula leaving an audible click in the hollow room. He crushed his cigarette on the concrete floor and lit the next one, pulling in as deep of a drag as he could.]