Luc almost choked on the hit he took when he got the joint back - almost being the operative word. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, turning his head so he wouldn't cough anything on her should the smoke get the better of him. He managed to reduce it to a couple snorted puffs of haze - and thought it better to pass it on at that point.
"Yeeeah," he said - though it came out all deep and strained with how he'd said it on the exhale. It was a pretty massive hit - bigger than he'd thought it was. And that was what she said. He coughed a little once he'd blown out the hit, cleared his throat - chasing the frog that had risen there with the 7Up he still had. And effectively killing the cottonmouth that was starting up too - sweet, two birds.
"About that.." he said, and his smile turned guilty. "It wasn't intentional. At all. And I really am sorry for it - it was kind of shitty. But I wasn't blowing you off," he was quick to add, because he didn't want her to think she herself was in any way responsible for his mysterious disappearance from the world. "I didn't mean to - I just.. get caught up in shit really easily." Wow, he used 'shit' and 'shitty' within two sentences of each other. He was definitely already buzzin' if his vocabulary had taken that huge hit. Haha. Speaking of hit.. Yeah, he was stoned.
"I had to, like, move in and stuff. Then I got caught up at the studio pretty much, like, every day - and you have no idea how much of a pain in my ass Britney Spears is. Stupid money-makin' bitch." Wow.Random. Yeah, so his train of thought had derailed - but whatever. He was known for that - natural blonde and all. "But yeah. I figured since I got all that stuff handled I'd come by with an apology joint." He grinned brightly, pale eyes already showing bloodshot traces around the edge. "Am I forgiven this time?"