When Carl comes back with the water, Coil has leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and head in his hands, coming down off the last of the anxiety high. He still looks shaky and rattled when he straightens up as soon as he hears Carl returning, but his breathing is under control again.

He signs a quick thank-you before eagerly taking the glass. Hyperventilating is even less fun than it would be otherwise when you're missing most of your tongue. He then proceeds to quietly focus on his glass of water like he might be able to get away with doing only that for the rest of his life.

Carl catches his eye eventually, though. He can't hide forever.

Still holding the glass, he first answers with only a one-handed version of, 'much.' Then, sort of compulsive about it, he quickly follows it up with a clumsy 'thank you' and 'sorry.'