"I was afraid you'd say that," Joaquin smiled weakly, the worry still evident in his face despite his attempt to look cheerful. He'd known coming in that he was probably just delaying the inevitable, but he'd given it a try anyway, hoping to avoid . He wiggled his fingers as Adam let go of his hand, then curled them into a fist for a moment before letting his hand drop to his side. The burning didn't feel quite as intense as it had earlier, and he wondered if maybe he could get some work done today.
"Thanks-- I will. I'll um, make an appointment somewhere, see what happens. Hopefully this'll just um, fix itself or a doctor can figure it out. I mean I'm kinda screwed if I don't have my hands, right?" Laughing it off wasn't quite working, but part of him still wanted to believe things were going to be fine. As Adam returned from the kitchen he found himself stumbling over his words even more as he tried to convince the man he was fine. "Oh-- um, you don't have to, uh, are you sure?" He took the small tube into his hand and looked it over, then glanced up at Adam. "I mean this stuff's probably um, expensive. I shouldn't just take it." He smiled at him again, more genuine this time. "I could uh-- make it up to you somehow?"