Sometimes when he’s high, he feels like he’s flying. And he’s so fast, and so high that he doesn’t even feel like he’s moving. He can see the world. But he closes his eyes and blinks it away. Because he doesn’t want to see the world. He doesn’t want to see Swanney’s flat, and he doesn’t want to see the others stretched out beside him. He doesn’t want anything to pull him back down. But sometimes, when Sick Boy pulls him close, pressing his lips against the corner of his mouth, he lets himself be pulled back down to earth.