Gat nodded, as he reached for the glass with his left hand. He shifted, hauling himself to sitting up a bit more, less chance of choking on the blood. It tends to get thick, the longer it stands. The alcohol helps, but still. Better to toss it back in one quick gulp, which he does, pulling off the glass with a pop and a sigh.
He lays back, glass in hand, and closes his eyes, to let himself feel the heat spread through him. He feels it reach his hand, the throb turning to a tingle, then dull, until he couldn't feel it at all, anymore. He opened his eyes and offered a small smile to Kai.