*drops his arm limply to rest on his other knee, the incriminating bottle dangling from his fingers* *resting his cheek on his knuckles, eyes fixed downward on a point somewhere between them* I was having a lot of trouble sleeping. These help with that. *defensively disgustedly* And I hate them, but they're prescription and I really do need the help. Just for a little while, till things calm down.
*won't mention that they were originally prescribed for anxiety (read: freaking out and punching people), or that he subtly maneuvered the doctor into upping the dosage on the refill because the low-grade stuff wasn't cutting it anymore*