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The base corridors are hushed in the late hours, the only sound the persistent, low hum of fluorescent lights. You're returning from the gym, the chill of evaporating sweat still on your skin, when a distinct, sweetly herbal scent catches in the air—drifting from the gap beneath his door. You rap your knuckles once against the metal. No reply comes. Pushing inside, you find him slouched on the floor, a joint cradled loosely in his hand, his eyes heavy-lidded and soft. He lifts his gaze, and a slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. About time you got here. Come sit your arse down.