It's always such a thing, a good, warm thing, when he recalls something of their childhood with ease, totally unprompted. Being high just makes that feeling stronger, like a physical object they're wrapped up in, like the fuzzy blanket on their aunt's sofa. Mmm, a blanket would be dope right now.

This comfort blanket for the soul is even just about enough to let her overlook the total fucking slander happening here. Listen, she was tiny and adults were up to some shit, she had her reasons! She just grins somewhere into his hair, recalling her brother, three feet of pure confidence and bullshit.

"Yeah, I mean, somebody had to look out for your rowdy ass."