"Jeez… I'm sorry you had to see all that."
After such a... weird interaction, he wasn't sure how Myles' would react, so Blake's gaze lingered on him.
Of course, the irony wasn't lost on him.
Myles is watching him just as closely.
"Don't apologize."
Blake huffed weakly, the sound barely carrying.
"Yeah… easy for you to say. C'mon, that was—"
"Blake."
"…Eh?"
"Drink some water."
Only then he realized, his throat felt like sandpaper.
"…Right."
Myles had already reached for the bottle on the bedside table, pouring it into the glass.
Before Blake could even try to sit up properly, a hand slipped behind his back, firm but careful, lifting him just enough.
The rim of the glass touched his lips.
"Drink."
Blake did.
The water felt colder than expected, sliding down his throat in long gulps. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was until that moment, until his body practically latched onto the sensation.
'…He isn't half bad at this.'
