The water seems to be doing only so much to relieve the tightness in his throat and the dryness in his mouth. He remembers clearly the last time they'd been here, the things they'd done and he'd still not been ready to accept openly. The memories make him shift, his hand clenching harder around his glass a moment.

The forces in Luceti seem to not give a shit about it, though. It's impossible to ignore now - especially when he can still very clearly remember the warmth of Erwin's chest pressed to his back that morning.

He swallows, closes his eyes and takes another three gulps of water.

"...like I need a stronger drink."