"Well, yes," Nikolas agreed, letting his head rest on the floor. He laced his fingers together and let them rest on his stomach. "But I still don't get why that should change anything in the long run. I mean it feels sort of crap for a while but generally you get over it and move on with whatever it is."
He stopped speaking and grabbed blindly for the bottle again, brushing the case and Daphne's Mary-Jane-enveloped foot with his hand before he found his prize. Without bothering to sit up, he tipped the bottle to his lips with as much care as he could manage. It wasn't much, truth be told, but it was enough to keep him from sloshing the liquid all over himself or choking. This time, anyway.
"If you've got a real gift for something," he continued, slurring slightly, sounding like someone who was nearing a point of dozing off, "then I don't think it's right to use it just for your own gratification. Or at least be willing to let others benefit from it if they want to."