true friendship

John was having what you might call a bad trip. [He] didn’t go back to Weybridge that night; Paul took him home to his place, in nearby Cavendish Road. They were intensely close, remember, and Paul would do almost anything for John. So, once they were safely inside, Paul took a tablet of LSD, `so I could get with John’, as he put it—-be with him in his misery and fear. What about that for friendship?