Water he can do. He makes it to his feet, giving Coil's knee a quick pat before disappearing into the kitchen. When Carl comes back, he takes his spot back on the floor directly in front of Coil, holding the water out for him for whenever he decides to take it.

He feels like an asshole for causing the distress. He hadn't meant anything by it, but that didn't really matter, did it? The silence lingers for a few minutes before he tries to catch his best friend's eye. He moves his hand in an open palm in front of his mouth before pulling it away into a closed fist, his thumb extended.

'Better'?