He was demanding, he’d give him that. Even with the subtle play-off of being Jesse’s decision, ultimately both the water and the medication were of Loki’s instruction. Not that the gunslinger minded much at all. In his state, he was grateful for the guidance that would surely thank him come morning.

Jesse had lost sense of time since his leave earlier that night. It couldn’t be that far off dawn, although he couldn’t be certain. That Loki announced that he was staying the night was fair, for Jesse wouldn’t have it any other way.

Even if that meant that his lover had to put-up with his drunken mumblings, and the guilt that would surely rouse in the morning. Already did Jesse feel this, and he was uncertain what to do with himself. A kiss hello? No. That time had passed, and he wasn’t feeling so overly-affectionate in this given moment.

What he really needed was an ear, though Jesse had his own reservations about that. That was why he turned to drinking himself into a stupor than to express his concerns vocally - a bad habit he had lapsed into since his teenage years. Try he did to return that smile, although it felt forced and unalike his low mood that currently warred in himself. Loki was here - that he came was a gratuitous thing in itself, although he couldn’t bring himself to be honestly happy about it at all.

Drink turned stale on his tongue, Jesse attempted to clear his throat and patted down his pockets for the smokes. It was difficult to brush off the feeling of judgement from the man behind him, although the King was perhaps more concerned in occupying the bed than to deliver a lecture given that fatigue that touched his curved lips. Over-thinking things, as always.

‘Make yerself comfortable, darl’. I’ll join ya soon.’ It was a poor attempt, but it would have to do. Or so he thought until he those green, intelligent eyes seized his and he faltered, wry smile creeping onto his tired countenance.   ‘…I appreciate ya comin’ to m’rescue. Really, I do.’