He drank chamomile most nights, stronger than seemed sane, 4-5 bags steeped until the water left nearly black.
He said it
cured him of bad dreams,
took it plain and drank it quickly, and I drank him in in turn, his hair and face as fragrant as petals, and I would suck the taste of tea from his lips and tongue for hours after. For some of us there is a kiss with every vape we draw, and given the proper chamomile, I can taste him still.