About an hour later, Harry's foggy mind was much clearer now. His gaze dropped to the mug of water he was clutching, his eyes fixed on the condensation beads trickling down the side. As he sat there, his thoughts started to wander, drifting between around the situation he was in.
With a sigh, Harry raised the mug to his lips, taking a slow sip of the water, feeling the cool liquid slide down his throat. As he lowered the mug, his eyes met Shaun's, who was watching him with a concerned expression from across the room.
"Are you ready to talk now?" Shaun asked, his voice gentle but probing, as he pulled out a lighter from his pocket and sparked a flame to light his cigarette. The soft crackle of the burning tobacco filled the air, and the sweet scent of smoke wafted towards Harry, who watched Shaun's hands move with a mixture of fascination and trepidation.
