It's uncomfortable-- their throat still stings and burns, the water sitting heavy in their otherwise empty stomach. Still, despite it all, their body can't help but feel a touch of relief, the lukewarm water cooling their aching throat as it goes down, their dehydrated body desperate to take all of that water as quickly as Dirk can offer it. Even the warm, solid weight of Dirk propping them up is somehow soothing, despite everything. Quietly, Ranboo resigns themselves to accepting it all; it's not like they have any strength to do anything else. Even his anger at Dirk begins to fizzle out-- not resolved, but worn too thin to continue consciously maintaining it any longer.

He closes his eyes, leans against Dirk heavily, exhaustion tugging at his brain and attempting to drag him into sleep. Unconsciousness would be nice for a while. And then when he wakes, maybe he'll have the strength to do something-- anything, even if it's just cursing at Dirk and letting him know exactly how they feel about all of this.