"It is. I have no clue how that will last. The longer, the better I suppose." He smirked and got up from the bed to the cellphone and brought it back with him, changing it to the song he proposed.  Derek let the song start, mouthing and re-enacting the radio-like voice before the guitar and bass started to play."I really like the bass in this song, the chorus is just fun..." He noted. Her question made him smile, but not a happy smile. It was one of that held darkness and sorrow. The smile was merely a weak facade to block the sorrow and emptiness his eyes held. "I've seen a lot more than one should've. A lot of dark and gruesome stuff. You see a lot when you don't exactly live comfortably. You also mature fast when shit gets real." He answered, though his tone was more casual than anything. Derek grabbed the bong and lighter, observed it a moment as his stoned brain worked out it's thoughts and looked to her. "Have your ever taken shotgun hits?" He wide, mischievous grin on his face, as if the earlier subject hadn't even been mentioned.<br/><br/>((http://youtu.be/TbAX__COqHk (http://youtu.be/TbAX__COqHk) The song he put on))