"I'll let Darlene handle that," Elliot said and he was relaxed, almost normal even though setting out a line of coke wasn't exactly your typical definition of normal. He was calmer the loud voices in his head subdued and he wasn't constantly thinking of what he needed to be doing and why he needed to be doing it.

The switch very temporarily switched. It'd probably hit him ten times as hard soon enough. He probably wouldn't sleep much tonight. The price you pay for moments like this.

He kept his eyes on the other two except when he leaned to snort the line he'd set out carefully. He cleared his throat slightly before leaning back again. "And that movie still sounds even more awful now, Darlene."