"No chance, I wouldn't ever do that to myself. It's a waste of a life." Sam dismissed immediately, unable to even process a world where he would do such a thing to himself or his body. He wasn't really someone who got addicted to things, even if sometimes the idea of magical drugs to cure his issues sounded good. Something for sleep, something for work, something to remove sadness. Seemed handy.

"I won't take them, I'll be fine. It's already getting better." It mostly just came in waves. One moment he'd be doing paperwork, the next the room was alive and every sound was wriggling into his ear. Every single thing was at the intensity of 100%. And then it settled. "It always calms down in the end."