And at least Clover had saved him two lines? At least she wasn't greedy! And yes. There were lots of fuckers eyeballing him the entire way to find Clover. He could feel eyes on them, now, even. So he should do as she had done. He should take the drugs. He should Go, as she had given him permission for his turn.
Watching Clover, Graham nodded gently and moved to take the bag off his shoulder so that he could kneel down beside her. He didn't have a snorting straw. So roughing it would have to do.
Bringing a hand up to hold one side of his nose shut, he leaned down and snorted up the full line of wash. And then he moved to hold the opposite side of his nose shut, taking in the second line of Wash with the other. Sitting back, he sniffled a bit, an elbow resting on his knee, as he brought his hand up to hold at his forehead. Fuck, it did work quick. It always worked quick.
Blinking, he looked toward Clover, "okay.." He looked a little wide-eyed and lost, but everything was sort of floating and spinning. Just as it should be.