“High me had high dope. Drunk me had drunk dope. Now I need to find my sober dope.” He smiles so wide and then it falls into something shy. He buries his face in my neck, hugging me to him. “You’re my sober dope, Alexei. My feel-good drug. And instead of you being a substance or a thing I can overindulge in or abuse, you’re the best kind of dope because you tell me when to stop.”
