He chews the inside of his cheek after the joint is taken, eyes frantically darting between it, the floor and anywhere else that isn't Klaus's face right away. His stomach feels kinda queasy; there's an odd burning sensation in his throat, something he can't explain, aside from the fact he knows it's not because of the pot. "Got me there, I suppose." And he won't complain about smoke blowing toward him if his counterpart doesn't.