That made sense to Drew - loneliness. Yeah, he could certainly relate to that. He shrugged and toasted the stranger as though the pill in his hand was a drink before dry swallowing it down a sore and scratchy throat.
He winced and pulled himself back up to bend over the sink counter (bruises in just those places bit at him but his muscles were eased) and turn on the tap, lapping water up like a dog for a second before washing his face in it and closing the tap off, shaking like a dog.
He turned and managed a smile for the stranger. "Did you have somewhere we can go?" he asked. "Or is right here okay for you?" Looked like Drew would be keeping his side of this strange non-bargain anyway.