I wish I could stop, but I can’t. The gentle warm air breezing past my nostrils, the faint sweet scent of heated silicon filling my lungs, it calms me, soothes my shattered nerves.

I need it, that sweet nectar, the caress of the fumes. It makes me feel whole, like being safe in the womb once again, a rare comfort in this cold world.

But it makes me better at gaming.

Huffing my steam deck fumes, getting the munchies and eating the single hot chip and washing it down with the panera lemonade.