"Rude," he protests faintly, but he doesn't follow. He does faintly consider running away - could he fake getting lost taking a piss in the woods? Only if he followed it with a convincing topple off a cliffside and going smash below, he supposes - but he's just too drunk and too lazy. So he sits - the first time he's been still all day.

First time he's been still for the past few days, actually. He slept after their rescue, but only fitfully and with difficulty. And certainly he didn't sleep before that...And consequently, by the time she gets back, he's dozed off, head back against the rock, face twisted with whatever dream he's having, breathing rather heavily. There's no question: this boy is a goddamned mess.