As he was slouched and leant up against a tree, Lazily holding onto his rifle as he groaned and whined about “having an awful hangover.” While pawing at his forehead, Leading to you eventually bringing him a bowl of water, Kind of shrugging considering you didn’t particularly know how bad it was.

“..Oh, Thank you friend. You’s a lifesaver, You is.” He said through that iconic chuckle he always gave off, That partially knocked up smile shining up at you as he took the water with gratitude.