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Her hands are trembling, a little, when she takes her phone out of her pocket. Kavinsky's altoids tin is still stuffed in the back pocket of her jeans, and she's still thinking about getting high. Eddie had refused to smoke a joint with her and, at the time, she'd been pissed but, now, she actually thinks she likes him more because of it. It would have been really easy, she figures. Kavinsky's dream weed is easily the best she's ever smoked.

She keeps thinking about the pills. She doesn't even know what all of them are, but she keeps picturing him rolling them between his fingers, all shapes and sizes and colours of the rainbow, any one of them enough to make her fly. She thinks Danny would probably let her get away with a joint - she doesn't think he'd be as quick to forgive the pills, though.

She fires off a text as she walks.

Need help. Coming over.

She doesn't wait for him to reply before she sets off in the direction of the town house, her hands thrust deep into the pockets of her coat. If he's not home, she'll just sit on the stoop and wait.

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"I'm just a canonball, Hop," she says. Her cigarette's got one drag left in it, and she takes it and then makes sure it's properly stubbed out on the sole of her boot, holding the butt between her fingers. "I don't know how to stop."

Hopper looks at Alex and then reaches across the space between them and shoves her shoulder. "That ain't it," he says. "Take some of the goddamn credit for what you did today. You didn't just barrel through that shit, because if you had, you'd have taken the pills."

And instead they're dissolving somewhere in the pipes beneath Darrow.

He shoves her and she smirks, small at first, but growing. She tucks her hair behind her ear.

"I almost took them," she says. "Danny's always terrified I'm going to overdose again." Her jaw works for a minute. "I fucking hate disappointing him."