[Adrian's POV]
"You look bombed," Johan said, turning his gaze away from him. He reloaded his slingshot with another steel ball and looked around to target another fruit. "Can you still go to the hospital looking like that?"
"I didn't drink much," Adrian answered despite the buzz in his head. The dismissive gesture brought a stinging sensation in his chest. Was he disappointed? Was he mad? Adrian didn't know. "Sorry, Han."
Johan paused from aiming and frowned. He put down his arms. "What are you sorry for? I'm not mad that you're drinking if that's what you think."
"You don't care at all?" The question came out wrong. Sighing, Adrian brought the back of his wrist over his eyes, his other hand clenching at the mango he's holding. "I-I mean... You're not worried? You're not... Sorry... It's..."
"Of course I'm worried."
"You are?"
