Edwin took the joint, taking a long drag before setting it aside again. He continued his patterns and filigree over Oliver's back, blissfully oblivious of his boyfriend's thoughts. There was no doubting that he was high now, because he'd become so focused on each little line. He was sure that he was drawing at his normal speed, but with time moving weird now and just how closely he was paying attention she was sure that he'd been drawing around the letter A too long. Except it wasn't an A, it was whatever the language was. The point was, he was taking a long time, and he knew it, but didn't really mind because he stupid doodles looked good.
He had no idea how long it had been before Oliver spoke up again, and Edwin had to stop drawing. "What?" He was pretty sure he'd heard Oliver right, but that didn't make it make sense. And because of that, Edwin found it hilarious. What the hell kind of thought was Oliver in the middle to declare Clay a stupid name? Was he just making a list of names in his head? Was he thinking about some show, or sports team, or something? And why did he look so grumpy?
Edwin shook with laughter, which slowly made him start slipping off his man's back. He went with it, still laughing as he fell onto his side. He shifted just enough to move his head to the edge of the bed, so he could catch Oliver's eye, when they weren't pinched shut from laughter. "Baby," he giggled, "I think you're really high."