Was there something they didn't know about him? Fuck yes. Were they going to believe him? Fuck no.
"He doesn't shoot me up, if that's what you're asking," Lachlan muttered. "He doesn't do anything to me. Nothing bad. He loves me."
"We're not suggesting he does anything to harm you," Stephen interjected. "And it has always seemed very obvious to me that he loves you." But love didn't always mean safety.
Lachlan gave up then. He was literally too exhausted and sick to keep arguing this way. "He's Codeine," Lachlan said simply.
"He's- He's what?" Stephen asked, blinking.
"He's Codeine. He is Codeine. You gonna lock me up now?"