Morty blinks in honest confusion for a moment before he lets his arm fall limp. His eyes, well, it was hard for him to make eye contact, as hard as he did try.
"Hey..it’s not even the strong stuff." He smiled lightly, but made no move to retrieve the damned thing. "Just enough to take the edge off."
Eusine rolls his eyes, holding the joint at arm's length. "The edge off? Come on, Morty. You're better than this disgusting stuff." He offers a slight smile, but his voice is stern, as if he was telling Morty instead of encouraging him.
"You're a Gym Leader for Mew's sake."
















