No. Nothing about Clover was greedy. Even as an addict she had a heart that looked to connect the dots, to make connections. It was a very scientific way to be. Everyone claimed that scientists were a soulless bunch but that couldn't be further from the truth.
She would have shared her snorting straw too, which was just paper rolled up, and the confusion lit up when he bypassed her offering and put his nostril down on the dirty surface and hoovered it up with quite a bit of force.
When he looked at her, they were two people, orbiting and she felt far from him and attracted to him all at once, like a moon to a planet.
"You." she said softly, watching his reaction, the heady fog that his eyes framed so succinctly. "Don't get lost down here Graham." because he was not yet a reflection of her wasted husk. He still had light. He was still a star. She'd burned out, floating like a dead star, like all the stars dying in the sky lately.