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He looks at Alec a second, temporarily forgetting his current state. He eyed the bottle nearby, waving it off with a quick motion. “Nah, I’m not one for alcohol. Or rather, my body isn’t one for it.” He says with a brief pause, taking a glance outwards while tapping his thumbs over his legs. The action made him suddenly wonder if Alec would take notice, and feel somehow insulted, or further annoyed, or angrier? And so the twitching fingers stopped, now distracted with a string at his shirt.
“So,” SJ tries, only to fail to come up with topics outside the other mans leg and how it was healing. And before he manages to shove his foot further in his mouth, SJ grabs for the bottle and takes a long swig. Only to quickly cough and gasp at the severe burning to his throat.
