"No. You’re not smoking around me."
“You’re really not one for chemical effects, huh?”
[ he sighs and heads towards the kitchen. ]
"No, I’m just not a fan of being around people who are high."
[ Vlad made a noise of agreement as he nodded ]
Were you a child of that time?
"It’s their scent. Whatever they were packaged as. Pumpkin, I think?"
"Tis the season. At least they have not pushed it back to march the way they do every holiday."
"I guess I’m going to have to deal with the smell until after Christmas."
Shrinking his lips into his mouth, Miguel let a breath out through his nose and tried to think of a proper response to that kind of question. He should have known that she would find out the truth eventually. Hell, he had hoped that it’d be the kind of thing he could tell her but now that was shot.
“Not really. It’s not much of a future. I—look, I wanted to tell you but I was trying to figure out how. It’s not exactly the kind of thing I’m used to telling people.”
She wasn’t really upset at it.
Maybe it was the fact that the two of them were getting closer to each other, and obviously doing much more than what friends do with each other. She looked over at him for a second and then back at the files as she began to read over them again. She set them down after a second or two.
"At least you’re not a person from my past to come and haunt me."
Not really? It’s a very off day for me.
… Do you ever feel like every day is an off day?
Most of the time, yes.