That dry, unenthusiastic tone... That overwhelming aura of someone who feels burdened yet obligated to be here... So anxiety-inducing yet so irresistible.

That sounds like Harrison. Is that Harrison?? Yeah, that's Harrison.

Armani slowly creeps out of the tent and into Chanel's arms, keeping an eye on Harrison the entire time. Like a cornered rat waiting for the viper to strike.

But, wait, did he just say he'll fix it? Not leaving the safety of his sister, Armani reaches into his pocket and timidly offers him the unused joint piece.