*laughs* hell fucking no, dude
>:C nott sic! ded! an i kno.. lottsa adolts tat lett m’ drik! *he stumbles slightly* pls giv bak :C
You need a nap, Max. God damn… *he is so worried and he
reaches to hold the kid up on his feet by his shoulder.* Ugh – you feel so cold…>:C *he just lets himself fall over the minute Carlos touches him* don slep anymor…
Oh, Jesus! *he caps the flask and shoves it in his labcoat
pocket. He kneels down to pick up the kid again* C’mon… try to stand up, kid.
Can you stand? Do you need me to carry you?
The Perfect Scientist 