The closed syringe clasped between his lips, he strips off his stolen lab coat before he's seen, and then closes the distance between them.

"This'll help," he murmurs, "anti-psychotic. But it's probably going to be rough." According to the notes scanned into his file, it'd been as bad as any detox he'd ever seen - fits, crying, lethargy... but at least it'd helped him pull up from his break.