[There are still shakes in his hand as he reaches for the cup but they're not as bad as they were and he uses both hands to hold the glass to his lips, taking small sips and waiting between them until his throat stops tasting like blood.
He will be so damned glad when he doesn't have to do that anymore.
The water helps though, as he works his way through the cup. He can do this, he can face what ever is ahead. He's been promised stars - and a chance to a fight that actually means something. Her touch brings that small twitch to the corners of his lips. Not a smile - but perhaps the memory of what might once have been one and his eyes lift to hers.]
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He will be so damned glad when he doesn't have to do that anymore.
The water helps though, as he works his way through the cup. He can do this, he can face what ever is ahead. He's been promised stars - and a chance to a fight that actually means something. Her touch brings that small twitch to the corners of his lips. Not a smile - but perhaps the memory of what might once have been one and his eyes lift to hers.]
What now?