And Wil was absolutely sidetracked by trying to get Bud to do the bonding thing with him. Warging. That was it.
He was currently sitting on a dilapidated chair and holding Bud in front of his face staring hard at him with a nose scrunch. A joint dangled from his lips but if had been lit, it wasn't anymore. It was just a splif with an ashy end.
Maybe he spaced out.
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