Kale took another long drag, hitching herself back on the bed so she could lean next to Alfie, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. She held out the joint to pass it back, letting her breath out slowly as her eyes closed. Petite as she was, she tilted slightly to lean her head against him. "Disfunctional as ever. Cam brought home a boyfriend. He's an ass, and the only thing she could say was that he's better than that jerk our mom married. Which," she admitted with a faint laugh, "you care absolutely nothing about."
Her right hand fell to his knee instead of hers, resting there.