[ Fenris looks over the couch's disarray, particularly the bits of trash and empty glasses, and thinks that'll have to be handled. The water first, though. He grabs one of the glasses and takes it to the nearest sink, where he rinses it out before filling it up again. He doesn't speak until he's hunted down the fridge and some ice cubes, too. ]
I've been remarkably fortunate.
[ A fortune that is not to last, though he doesn't know that yet. He brings the water over, his eyes fixed to Jack's position, to the languid, boneless drape of his body. He seems liable to slip off the couch and melt onto the floor at any moment. ]
Perhaps they made me resistant.
[ He talks about it offhand, like he really doesn't know. He kneels down, offering the water. ]
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I've been remarkably fortunate.
[ A fortune that is not to last, though he doesn't know that yet. He brings the water over, his eyes fixed to Jack's position, to the languid, boneless drape of his body. He seems liable to slip off the couch and melt onto the floor at any moment. ]
Perhaps they made me resistant.
[ He talks about it offhand, like he really doesn't know. He kneels down, offering the water. ]
In any case, this ought to help.