"Oh, sorry," Roy gave Laurel a sheepish grin. He hadn't meant to give her a little shock. He hadn't thought of his or her reaction at all. The water had caught him off guard.
"Taste it." He poured her a little more in the cup and handed it over. It wasn't until he was handing it over that he thought she might not like it, or that it might upset her. Something that tasted this good could be dangerous, or she might see it that way. She was and always would be in recovery, and he wanted to make sure she always felt safe and free from worry and judgment. He loved her after all.
"It's good; it's only water." Not any water he'd ever had, but still. It was just water. As if this was all water wanted to be and then some.