"I always worry about you," Thomas said gently. He reached out and gave Jamie's shoulder a squeeze with his good hand. "There's marijuana," Thomas said with a shrug. "And to be honest I'm not beyond thinking about it right now. I already took all the IB Profen I can and I still have to fall asleep tonight somehow." Then he gave Jamie a look, "that uh...wasn't me asking you to procure me some weed, son. Just in case that wasn't obvious." Sure medical marijuana was legal in New York, and chances were he would be on it later in his life when his Huntington's symptoms had started. They didn't prescribe it for auto accident pain though.