[ At first, Endo doesn't even look at the bags. He only has eyes for the cup, which he grabs with a little too much enthusiasm — partially due to thirst, partially due to the drugs lowering his inhibitions just enough to make him forget to consider the optics of desperation. He downs the water immediately. ]
Fuck, that's good.
[ It's just water. Nothing special about it. But right now, it might as well be the most precious drink on earth. He wants more, but while he may be completely disregarding the doctor's orders, he won't ask for seconds. He'll restrain himself for now.
Maybe.
Belatedly, and distractedly: ]
They're seeing if I need surgery. We're waiting on results.
[ His attention is on Accelerator, and it's a little intense. He's subdued by the meds, but not as effectively as he should be. They take away an edge that Endo considers very important, because where as he should now revert to teasing, or demanding the new phone, or easing his way further into "friendship" with Accelerator, he blurts out: ]
Are you gonna sit?
[ And, y'know, stay? Endo doesn't need company, but Accelerator's making him feel a little — unsettled, because he's just standing there like he's aiming to have one foot out the door.
For that same reason, it comes out phrased as a question, rather than an assertion of what Accelerator should do. Endo rubs his face, trying to wake himself up some more. ]
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Fuck, that's good.
[ It's just water. Nothing special about it. But right now, it might as well be the most precious drink on earth. He wants more, but while he may be completely disregarding the doctor's orders, he won't ask for seconds. He'll restrain himself for now.
Maybe.
Belatedly, and distractedly: ]
They're seeing if I need surgery. We're waiting on results.
[ His attention is on Accelerator, and it's a little intense. He's subdued by the meds, but not as effectively as he should be. They take away an edge that Endo considers very important, because where as he should now revert to teasing, or demanding the new phone, or easing his way further into "friendship" with Accelerator, he blurts out: ]
Are you gonna sit?
[ And, y'know, stay? Endo doesn't need company, but Accelerator's making him feel a little — unsettled, because he's just standing there like he's aiming to have one foot out the door.
For that same reason, it comes out phrased as a question, rather than an assertion of what Accelerator should do. Endo rubs his face, trying to wake himself up some more. ]