Hadyn rolled his eyes a little, before he grabbed a crape and put it on plate for Elisha. Moving into the living room, he sat next to Elisha and just looked him over for a moment.

"You sure you won't want the pills?" He asked, a genuinely concerned look on his face as he reached for Elisha's whiskey and took a sip of it for himself.

"Probably better for the pain than the whiskey. Or, at least, faster." It would help him sleep, at least.