He takes it from her, but it's almost absentminded. He doesn't sit, and he doesn't drink right away, either.
"People don't just leave a place like this. Even with good reason." He's not really disagreeing with her. It makes more sense than the alternative. It's just that the apparent clean break of this place is hard to reconcile with the last time he had to up and leave. "They had homes." He gestures at her fire with the can. "Lives. There's always at least one idiot who will stay behind for that, no matter what else anybody is telling him."
He knows, because he tried to be that idiot.
"Had to have been something. Something chasing them out, or... I don't know." He seems to remember belatedly what the can is for. He hovers it in front of his face, thinking. "Something about this place to make everything else worth abandoning."
He sips— and whatever he was expecting, it wasn't that. He jerks, and twists the can around to get a proper look at the label. "Maker. What's even in this?"
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"People don't just leave a place like this. Even with good reason." He's not really disagreeing with her. It makes more sense than the alternative. It's just that the apparent clean break of this place is hard to reconcile with the last time he had to up and leave. "They had homes." He gestures at her fire with the can. "Lives. There's always at least one idiot who will stay behind for that, no matter what else anybody is telling him."
He knows, because he tried to be that idiot.
"Had to have been something. Something chasing them out, or... I don't know." He seems to remember belatedly what the can is for. He hovers it in front of his face, thinking. "Something about this place to make everything else worth abandoning."
He sips— and whatever he was expecting, it wasn't that. He jerks, and twists the can around to get a proper look at the label. "Maker. What's even in this?"