He was like *****.
When mixed, ***** will fill you with a warm, comforting sensation. The kind that invites you to be your true self without causing impermeable amounts of damage
However, when it is not mixed, it will hit you harder than you expected and suddenly your world is upside down, doing things you never expected.
It needs to be diluted, weakened.
You need to control it, or it controls you.
I wonder if I had diluted him, kept some distance instead of falling immediately, if things would be different.
But I didn't, I took him like a shot, and my throat is still burning.