[ He's too busy feeling kind of sorry for himself to have any expectations; even if he did, to be pulled back onto Alhaitham's lap isn't one he would hold. So he yelps when it suddenly happens, peering up at him as the bottle is pushed into his hand.
Mm. Maybe not quite as rejected as he thought.
With a smile, he accepts the bottle, tipping it to his lips for a swig, sighing pleasantly at the sharpness of the flavor on his tongue. With the bottle significantly emptier, he lowers it between them, his head tilting. As always with Alhaitham, words of gratitude struggle to reach his lips; in the spirit of the strangeness of this moment stretching between them, he forces one anyway: ]
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Mm. Maybe not quite as rejected as he thought.
With a smile, he accepts the bottle, tipping it to his lips for a swig, sighing pleasantly at the sharpness of the flavor on his tongue. With the bottle significantly emptier, he lowers it between them, his head tilting. As always with Alhaitham, words of gratitude struggle to reach his lips; in the spirit of the strangeness of this moment stretching between them, he forces one anyway: ]
Thanks.