and he's still just. laying down on his bed, not moving. hair messy, window closed, and room definitely smelling of too much weed. what's left of the joint lays in the ashtray just to the side of his bed, and oliver's obviously fucking high. it adds a pleasantly cloudy feeling over all the fucked up other shit he's feeling; the depression, panic, a nice layer of paranoia under all of that which isn't really new but is worse. )
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and he's still just. laying down on his bed, not moving. hair messy, window closed, and room definitely smelling of too much weed. what's left of the joint lays in the ashtray just to the side of his bed, and oliver's obviously fucking high. it adds a pleasantly cloudy feeling over all the fucked up other shit he's feeling; the depression, panic, a nice layer of paranoia under all of that which isn't really new but is worse. )