“Just give him the water, you love-sick puppy!” Logan exclaims. At the blond’s incredulous and reddening expression, he adds, “This is me helping you, dude.”
“That’s doubtful, Wilson.”
“Are you suggesting I have anything but the best of intentions for you?” Logan gasps, keeping his volume quiet. “This is betrayal, Brooks.”
“I think I’d have to slander your mother for you to consider it betrayal, Logan.”
The brunette pouts. “You never know, Alex. One day, this could be my villain backstory!”
“Sure.”
“Just give him the water!”
Alexander sighs, fighting the urge to run his hands through his hair. “Fine. Fine, fine.” He kneels down, putting the straw in front of Nolan’s face. “Have some water.”
Nolan makes a face before taking the straw into his mouth. Within a moment of taking his first sip, he slips into a blissful expression. He greedily gulps down mouthfuls of the liquid.
“Musta been more dehydrated than we thought, yeah?” Logan quietly asks.
“Yeah,” Alexander replies, eyes fixated on the sickly boy. With a tinge of concern slipping into his voice, he asks, “Is he going to choke?”
“Nah.” Logan brushes off the question easily. “He’ll be fine.”
Nolan coughs, water spraying onto Alexander’s hand, who glares at Logan. The brunette in question shrugs innocently.
“You’re the one who asked. You’re the one who jinxed it, dude.”
Nolan breathes deeply for a moment, before speaking up. “‘M still here,” he mutters, before going back to sucking the straw with a lot more constraint.
Alexander watches intently as Nolan nurses at the last few drops in the bottle, the blond’s face flushing.