PHOEBE
Phoebe sighed, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes. What was she doing? Arguing with a drug addict like it mattered? Gods she was a real mess, wasn't she? "I'm sorry." she said softly, but with earnestness. "It's been a rough few days and...well I shouldn't have taken that out on you." she mutteted as her hands fell to her sides. Her expression had dropped, and the exhaustion was clear in her eyes. Not the physical sort. Mental. Emotional. "You wanted some cannabis you said?" she asked, turning to get it from the cabinet. It wasn't something she particularly approved of, but she would rather he get his drugs from her. She'd make sure they were in safe amounts and not mixed with other awful things. Quietly, she unlocked the cabinet and began sorting through a few vials and jars.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
