( His breath is heavy between Connor's fingers. When the other asks for clarification, Hank pulls his head back. Hank's flesh is sickly-white, sweating, and clammy. The pupils in his eyes pulse with uncertainty.
He forces himself to be honest. )
I want that drink. ( Indicating that Connor can't cure Hank's ailment. )
no subject
He forces himself to be honest. )
I want that drink. ( Indicating that Connor can't cure Hank's ailment. )