Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
Seeing that the man was genuinely in pain, not just jonesing, Malakai sighed, turning back to the sink.
"Calm yourself, child. It will be fine. You have more at your house, yes?" He spoke mostly to distract Gatlin as he cleaned out the glass, some- while he would drink from most anything, he didn't expect the same of a child. Once it was clean, he reached for his flask, untwisting it and pouring a shot of the whiskey. He made sure to give his finger a prick on the metal, allowing a few drops of his blood to drop into the alcohol.
He turned and offered out the glass to Gatlin, with a light nod. "Drink it. You'll feel better," There was no more explanation- he didn't like to explain the healing properties of his blood, knowing what a target that would make him.