Did he need anything? That was a loaded question. He needed his life back. He needed to be home with Eleven, with Joyce. He needed a lot of things that seemed out of reach at the moment.
He shook his head, resigned to the fact he was here, in this place. he didn't know how, he didn't know why. He didn't really even know where he was. oxford, he knew that much. But he was observant and astute enough to figure it wasn't the Oxford from his world, and he was on some other plane of existence.
Which made sense if he was dead, and this was his afterlife. He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. "No, I don't think so. I'm good. This helps," He held up the flask, took another sip from it then held it back out to her.