[He's more sullen than sweary by the time Cassidy catches up to him, sitting wobbly on the kitchen counter with his fist submerged into only slightly murky dishwater. He eyes Cassidy with an equally murky look, then turns his suspicion to the bottle.]
If we're lost at sea you can feed me to the sharks. [A soft, slurry mutter.] Could've called John.
[Except he wouldn't, would he. All this time and he's never once asked for help, despite all that's been given. He doesn't ask. Can't. Because he's only got one thing to give back, and he's already given that. He won't ever ask.
Instead he lifts his hand, dripping, and gives it a wary look.]
no subject
[He's more sullen than sweary by the time Cassidy catches up to him, sitting wobbly on the kitchen counter with his fist submerged into only slightly murky dishwater. He eyes Cassidy with an equally murky look, then turns his suspicion to the bottle.]
If we're lost at sea you can feed me to the sharks. [A soft, slurry mutter.] Could've called John.
[Except he wouldn't, would he. All this time and he's never once asked for help, despite all that's been given. He doesn't ask. Can't. Because he's only got one thing to give back, and he's already given that. He won't ever ask.
Instead he lifts his hand, dripping, and gives it a wary look.]
'S better. I'm fine now.