You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
Water sounded good, even if Adam wanted to pretend he didn't need it. When Amalia was gone he rubbed his face, put his face between his knees and stamped his feet, making an odd noise. It sometimes helped to sober him up, but it seemed to only serve to make him feel a little nauseous.
He took the drink from her upon her return and took a big sip, swilling it around his mouth and behind his teeth. Immediately, he felt better. Holding the cup tight in his hands he nodded at her. "Er, well...I...I feel kinda bad, stopping you from praying and stuff. But...I mean, I was wondering what you got outta it? All the praying all the time. I know people who used to do it in my old world and at least here someone talks back, but...why do you do it?"
Adam
It didn't.
