Julian didn't really like to think too much on how his body and emotions were handling the things an object threw at him, especially after that first encounter when he'd been younger and had fitted to the point where he'd cracked his skull open. Hopefully he could avoid that, going forward. That was the goal, never to be in that situation ever again.
He grimaced faintly when Adrian spoke and his fingers came up to press against his ear, attempting to shift the sudden sharp pain that had erupted as a result of the greeting. "Mmm... still alive," he managed, voice rougher and far huskier than it usually was. That would probably be because it felt like his tongue was two sizes too big for his mouth and like somebody had scraped his tonsils with sandpaper. "And I'll pass on the question about how I'm doing." Because he honestly felt like somebody had raised him up and then dropped him right back down to Earth with a crushing blow that threatened if he wasn't too careful to smother him.
He took the cup and eyed it. "Thanks, here's hoping it'll perk me up." Julian took a slow sip and ignored the way in which his tastebuds attempted to revolt.