"Bong hits, absolutely," Hart said, standing. "But only if you put your fucking shirt on."
"Request granted," Sully said. He unlocked the door, and howled into the hallway, "I've seen the Lord, and He sure is pretty! Crawgh! Crawgh!"
Hart's breath loosened in his chest. He followed Sully, already sauntering toward his room, and forgot all about the slip, out in the open on his bed.