It didn't matter if it was barely a whisper. It was as if every sense was tingling in Clover. The possibility of washing out had made her ultra jittery and dreamy and it felt like she was pulled into the train car. She honestly couldn't remember how she'd arrived. Just that there was Emilie. The sadness was pouring from her and Clover was unintentionally empathetic even during the times she preferred not to be.
It bounced though. It was almost as if she could smell the drug. She couldn't but she knew that Emilie had some and so it must have been her imagination.
"Are you..." the question didn't leave her lips. It was a stupid question to ask. Are you alright. and she didn't want to stoop down that low, pretend that she'd come here for the benefit of Em. There was no truth in that. Clover wanted to get high. That's all she really cared about.
"I don't want to pretend out here, in my right mind. Can we go tripping. Falling? Let me help you the only way I can." which was probably the most selfish thing she had ever said.