"You know...the drug...?" He waves a hand around as if that will convey meaning. "Honestly? I don't think it'll make a difference right now buddy. You're already acting like you're on it."

"It's not a butter kni- !" he cuts himself off. Weird. He feels more annoyed than he ought to be.

"Sure, sure there's a closet full of the things." But does he want this guy around him with a sharp knife?