[If she's going to put her head in his lap, he's going to start petting her hair. That's just the way it works.]

'kay. [He wants to know what's going on with her, but if she's willing to give him a little more time, he'll take it. At least the tobacco is doing its job, sharpening his senses.]

I been workin' in the lab since last night. Managed to make some shatter. Highly concentrated wax. I went industrial-strength with the potency. Earlier, I was so bloody stoned, it felt like the back of me skull had got blown out. [He should clarify:] In a good way.

[His fingers brush at the hair near her forehead.] I could make some coffee.

[If she wants any. And if she wants him to get alert faster.]