"Finish the aspirin," Cin said firmly, reaching out to move the glass back towards his lips like he was one of her little brothers. She didn't tell him that praying probably wouldn't do much good, because a dead friend could fuck you up enough to start believing in god.
She didn't know what she should do now other than keep sitting there on the floor with him. Maybe go clean up the chocolate he'd asked? As weird of a request as that was? Maybe get him some more water? Or, like, a coffee?
"Do you... need something?" the words felt uncomfortable in her mouth, and she made herself not make a face at such a question. She didn't owe this guy anything!