His words stung.  Deme was reluctant and held firm at first, but finally let his brother pull away, not before pressing a sad kiss to his forehead. "It won't get cold before I put one load in the washer." he stepped over to the freezer and got the ice pack for him.  "Here. Go sit. It's not gonna cool off in the two minutes this will take." He was kind but firm, the authority woven lovingly into his words.  Preferring action to a long speech, he made his point and carried it out, loading the washer quickly.  "You need to put what you have on in here. It reeks." he said casually with his back to him. It had been a while since he caught a whiff of marijuana on Seth.  he had done a little when he was his age, but found himself in a vulnerable situation once or twice and stayed off the stuff since. Cigarette were more dangerous health wise in the long run than the pot, but the smell of the nasty things nearly made him vomit. yes he felt Seth was too young for it, but he picked his battles carefully and was happy he'd gotten him this far.  Boxing him in with rules made him worry Seth would hate him, and that would crush his soul.