He reaches, takes the package from Neil to drop on the floor instead. The dog had been watching his master, unchanging gaze focused on Neil, but he drops his attention long enough to nose at the packet, licking at it in curiosity.

"Water, though," Alex says, and his voice is hoarse, thick, like he's been screaming. Surprised, he clears his throat, tries again. "You honestly gotta drink more than that."