He wants to tell her that it won't help. He can't really get drunk and it won't dull the pain for him. When he' been on his own, he'd tried to get drunk, so he knows that wherever that threshold is, he hasn't found it.
He wants to tell her, but instead he takes the bottle, uncaps it and knocks back a swig. Because he likes the taste and there's a dull ache up his entire left side.
"I just woke up a few days ago, but I'm getting that distinct impression." It's a commiserating statement and one he makes with conscious effort. All in all, it's not the worst situation he's been in, not by a long shot, but he doesn't need to tell anyone that. For all he knows, it's going to get worse, but right now, being here has vastly improved his current life situation. That's probably a grim thought for most people.
He takes another swig, enjoying the little burn in his throat for a moment before he offers the bottle back. "Thanks."
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He wants to tell her, but instead he takes the bottle, uncaps it and knocks back a swig. Because he likes the taste and there's a dull ache up his entire left side.
"I just woke up a few days ago, but I'm getting that distinct impression." It's a commiserating statement and one he makes with conscious effort. All in all, it's not the worst situation he's been in, not by a long shot, but he doesn't need to tell anyone that. For all he knows, it's going to get worse, but right now, being here has vastly improved his current life situation. That's probably a grim thought for most people.
He takes another swig, enjoying the little burn in his throat for a moment before he offers the bottle back. "Thanks."