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Wish I could just stop caring.

*shakes head, agitated* No, no, no. Shouldn't - Shouldn't stop. Never stop. No.

*sighs deeply* I know. But...it doesn't make any kind of difference.

Does. It does. Jus' don't - don't know it. W-will do.

He's probably out getting high right now! He doesn't give a rat's ass that he's killing himself.

Can't-can't know that.

He ran out of the building with drugs in his pocket. It's a safe bet.

*shakes head* Would- wouldn't put m-money on it.

*sighs and runs his hand through his hair* Every time I think he's gotten clean, he pulls this shit.

Drugs... aren't-aren't that bad...

*blinks in disbelief* Are you kidding me? They ruined his life!

*takes a quick step away, shoulders hunched, pulling his coat tighter around himself* S-sorry - I - Jus'. Sorry. Sorry. *stares at the floor* Sorry.

*sighs* Hey, no, it's alright. I'm just frustrated, sorry.

*pause, fiddling with the bits and bobs in his pocket. Glances up* Why ... Why does he-he take them?

To escape from his pain. But...there are better ways...

Help him to ... to find 'em?

*confused* Help him find what?

Better ways...

I'm trying...but he won't listen to me.

I-Intervention's s'posed to-to work?

Not with him.

I'm not going to just leave him alone, and that's what intervention would require.

But - but if he needs it...

If we left him on his own, he'd kill himself with the drugs within a month.

Keep 'em ... away from him?

That's what I do...or try to.

It is easier than it sounds.

Don't I know it.