[Rion pauses, regarding Cain. it's surreal as usual to interact with someone who looks just like him, but again even more so when this version of himself, sickly moreso than Rion's ever seen him. he really does look like he's dying. which makes him wonder why the hell Cain has decided to come to his place of residence to expire, but whatever.
hey, it's stupid fanny-pack o'clock. Rion digs a little, measures out some counted pills, and stands up with a closed fist enclosing his picked drugs. he walks to his bathroom a yard away or so, gets a disposable cup of water, and sits back down beside Cain.]
...I'm almost done with my detoxing. I don't need the medicine as much as I used to, so... these pills, [Rion's pointing at them, looking at Cain to make sure his glassy, reddened gaze is following,] are for your withdrawal specifically.
...I still need my delmetor, but I can afford to miss one dose, I think. I've been resting so much that I don't think I'm at risk for shorting. So take this one now.