This was all slightly nervewracking and he was glad when the Snoopy was applied and he could sit without fear of getting stabbed in the arm again for some of his red. Usually Wesley was the only one he trusted with needles, but Hope definitely knew what she was doing.
"Ahm. Water is fine, thanks, too much soda kinda makes me angsty." He had no idea why. Maybe it was the bubbles. Or the E numbers or simply the taste of fizziness going to ihs head. The last thing he needed thought was to be feeling out of sorts whilst he waited for the answer that was coming his way. Whether it was yes or no, he didn't know which he'd prefer to be honest. Neither was preferable for their own reasons.