[It's better that it comes out like an order. For Shell, it was easier to think of it like he was being ordered to drink -- it left no room for him to argue, letting him delude himself into thinking he had no choice but to obey, so that he might absolve himself of some of the guilt.]
[It was a strange, twisted way of thinking... but if it made him feel better about it all, what was the harm?]
[Still, there's a clear moment of mentally debating with himself before he quietly nods. Though Chuuya has no way of knowing the full extent of Shell's trauma, the fact that he asserts that he won't die helps more than he night realize.]
...okay. I'll... drink from you.
[They should probably move somewhere so he can get them sitting down -- but Shell's still unsteady enough that he might need a bit of a hand moving away from the sink.]
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[It was a strange, twisted way of thinking... but if it made him feel better about it all, what was the harm?]
[Still, there's a clear moment of mentally debating with himself before he quietly nods. Though Chuuya has no way of knowing the full extent of Shell's trauma, the fact that he asserts that he won't die helps more than he night realize.]
...okay. I'll... drink from you.
[They should probably move somewhere so he can get them sitting down -- but Shell's still unsteady enough that he might need a bit of a hand moving away from the sink.]