ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

"Oh... good call," he says, eyes tracking to the bottles slowly. He leans up with a particularly loud creak, grimacing though he doesn't let him slow him down. He gives her the completely untouched bottle, unable to keep from getting in her space a little to do so. The way the pillows shift puts him close, though not overbearingly so he hopes. He props himself up on an elbow and takes a generous sip from his bottle too.