Even the smallest form of affection was difficult to stomach down, keep bottled up. His throat felt tight, his mouth was dry and he shivered in Ivo’s hold. Today wasn’t a good day.
“I need another …. another shot."
"…Hrm. Fine. But one of these days, this is going to backfire on you."
The bottle was put back into Finitevus’ hand - He figured his efforts were in vain. They usually were.
"I want to help you. But I can’t figure out where to even begin. You can hardly even help yourself majority of the time."