TJ had managed to get some weed from one of the locals, at a lot less than he usually had to pay in his adult life. Inflation was apparently quite the bitch on drugs as well. He decided on just enough for two joints. No need to go overboard. And then he'd stocked up the apartment with alcohol before heading to the door to meet Cleo.
Things were still a little weird with his grandpa. The man definitely believed him, and was willing to help him get back and forth, but he could see that Bill Hammond was having a hard time processing everything. At least he was willing to help, though. TJ made it back to the shed and waited for Cleo.