"I..uh…I shot up again," his voice went up and down from the choking guilt that lingered in the back of his throat. "A-and Ari and I got in a fight and I feel like I let her down. I mean she hugged me and stuff and said she loved me but-," his voice then faded with tears actually swelling in his eyes. "Camille, I’m a fuck up!"
Camille stood frantic, unable to move while his confession was stuttered from him. His distress overrode her ignorance to his circumstance—she was not at all knowledgeable of what he meant by ‘shooting up’ or what it involved—and rather than ask him, she merely kept herself as much of a source of comfort for Chris as she could. Confusion pulsed in her, beating together with her increasing worry for the man in front of her. It sped her breathing, causing dread to punch through her chest, “Baby—!”
She reached up, taking his chin in a gentle hand, “Whatchu mean..? You ain’t nuttin’ like dat..! Don’tchu say it again. I betta’ not hea’ you fix yo mouth like dat again..!”