[ The cat meows as if to say 'what? what'd I do?' before wandering back over to Caleb and leaping up to settle on his shoulder. Caleb only startles a little bit; he's getting used to this cat deciding that his neck is the best spot to be, even when he's upright. ]

It's a drug, Chase, and I have no intention of becoming addicted to anything. Not alcohol, not real drugs, and not Using. [ A nosewrinkle. Taking care of someone who is addicted makes the whole prospect seem a lot uglier, thanks. ]

Besides I don't feel better when I Use, I feel like a power-hungry dick. A good look for you, but not for me.