[He reaches to take the gin back, staring into space desolately.]

He could still feel it. It was like, he was still alive and connected to it even though I had it, and I wanted to see what it would do to him if I-- squeezed it, or stroked it, and--

[Long, long drink of gin. Until the inside of his mouth doesn't taste of blood anymore.]

And then I licked it. I thought about eating the whole thing, but I didn't want him to die...