"Huh? Who doesn't?" It seems like he's averted a fully negative reaction successfully -- at the cost of wearing something that constricts him with memories of someone that he grew up with. He doesn't know if that was worth it.

Shrugging, he decides that acting suspicious is one thing, but perhaps being able to distract Jade with honesty will work just fine. He waits until the shop assistant and a rather loud lady joined by her exasperated husband have left the area. "I did drugs," he quietly admits.

And he'll have to figure out a way to get another pack once the desired effects wear off, but Jade doesn't need to know about that little detail. Rubbing his arms, he looks up at Jade. "I'm not a junkie, tho. Sorry, should have said something sooner. Right?"