Andy let Adrian kiss him, speculating that he could help if it he'd only try harder, just like he could have stopped what had happened to him but hadn't - it all came back to that eventually. He hadn't ferlt thirsty but his body wanted it and Adrian had brought it to him so he drank automatically, propping himself up tiredly on his elbow to be able to do so; his stomach clenched in gratitude. It was an encouraging sign but the only one Andy gave as the leech that was his depression stole his energy, although the lack of food might also have had something to do with it.
He screwed the bottle closed and let it drop, lying back down and closing his eyes, listening to what he was told and not even starting at the sudden sweet touch to his face. "I just want to sleep." he said, mumbled, like even speech was too much for him. "I'm so tired. I just want to sleep." He didn't even feel hunger anymore. He lay still in a loose curl and he could have been dead apart from the rise and fall of his chest, misery writ through him even like this.