Patroclus sat beside her, handing one of the glasses of water over. He clutched the other tightly in both hands, feeling quite protective over it. He hated being thirsty. "I know that in theory," he said softly.
Groaning, he leaned his head forward. "I don't want to- It was horrible. Really, truly horrible. I guess I've been sparing you the details. I thought they would- I thought it would be better if you didn't know."