Thank you. [He's repeating himself, but he's also barely paying attention to what he's saying. He takes the neatly folded foil packet, unfolding the end and shaking one pill -- clearly homemade, greenish-brown and roughly oval-shaped -- into his palm. He swallows it dry on the spot.]
Just one... generally does the trick.
[He closes his eyes again, and waits. The lines of exhaustion and strain around his eyes fade rapidly as he relaxes, and the feverish flush follows, until, no more than a few minutes later, he manages to sit up with apparent composure and refold the foil packet around the remaining pills. He hands it back to Shun.]
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Just one... generally does the trick.
[He closes his eyes again, and waits. The lines of exhaustion and strain around his eyes fade rapidly as he relaxes, and the feverish flush follows, until, no more than a few minutes later, he manages to sit up with apparent composure and refold the foil packet around the remaining pills. He hands it back to Shun.]
I appreciate your assistance.