Much felt his mind drifting as she spoke, although her jokes, amusing in their familiarity, pulled his attention back from time to time. Usually when he was getting to know someone new, Much listened. Properly. He liked people, liked hearing their stories, but tonight conversation felt like a thread he couldn't follow. He was chatting back, because it did take a lot of shut Much up, but he wasn't saying anything that meant anything.
It was kind of a relief, to be honest.
"Talking to you's so easy, Brain Freeze," he said, as his hand reached out to take the joint. "Everyone else right now, every conversation's fucking loaded." He looked at the way the end smoldered, and couldn't see any reason why he shouldn't do it, so pulled it toward his lips and inhaled deeply. The smoke burned down his throat and warmed his lungs, hotter that he remembered, but familiar, even comforting, like being wrapped in a rough woolen blanket.