There's a wry smile-- how old is this kid anyway? Digging through all the shit he's trying to shame Marc for, huh?

"So you're just worried you're gonna have to go without or something?" He gives a shake of his head.

"Trust me when I say I need this shit. I'm not just a junkie looking for a fix. Just got a roomie who might want to sleep once in a while too, not woken up with my--"

Screaming, flailing, crying. "Pacing all night. You know? An Ambien isn't gonna cut it."