Let it go. That's what he's doing. Rhys promised he would, and he is. It's just that he has a habit. A very bad habit, of caring too quickly, too easily, and even when it hurts. Maybe especially when it hurts.

He'll get over it, especially if that pot goes through. And maybe if he can talk someone else into another scrip. It's not addiction if it helps him function, right?

Plus, he's got a mission now. Missions always help. Especially burning shit down. He's good at that.

"If I'm going to do graffiti, I'm going to be a little more creative than that. I did have plans of art school, y'know."

Let him be proud about something, at least. He smirks, then cocks his head.

"And that was Jenny, wasn't it? Not Lisa."