[ well, he said try not to cough, but everyone coughs, so he was prepared. reaching out, mickey snatches up a cold bottle of water, straight out of the fridge, takes the bong from d33's hands and replaced it with the bottle of water. ]

Yeah yeah, you're alright, here. Drink. [ trading them out, mickey pushes the herb about some, moving the totally blackened bits out and takes another hit while he's waiting for d33 to get his lungs under control. it takes a lot more than one hit to get him where he wants to be, but he's been doing this for a while, and lately, often. he's been getting over some shit, okay? by... not getting over it. oops. ]

Breathe for a while and chill. You can take another after your throat stops trying to kill itself.

[ and that's probably all he'll need, little weed virgin that he is. ]