[He's gulping down the water cupped in his hands when he hears footsteps, shuffling closer and closer. He jolts, jerking upright in an abrupt jump-and-stumble that nearly trips him over and has him landing flat on his back. He wipes at his mouth with the back of one wrist, trying to not look guilty. Trying not to feel guilty. He's got every right to be here. Anyone does.]
no subject
Wh-what do you want?