Lucian accepted the clothes from Aneira with a sad smile. “Sorry,” he said quietly. “I know I've been kind of man-handling you a lot as of late. I'm kind of running on instincts right now.” He set the clothes on the ground next to him, leaned his head back against the wall and let his eyes close. This was really the first moment of rest he was able to get for a while and he found himself struggling to even keep his eyes open, let alone move his body enough to really get dressed properly. 

Eventually, he groaned and sat up enough to tug the shirt on at least. It took much longer than he liked and he hissed loudly when he raised his arms too high to put them through the sleeves, resorting to sliding them in one at a time at shoulder height. The shirt clung to his wet form and was hard for him to pull all the way down but he eventually managed it before collapsing back against the wall, letting his eyes close again. Man, he hurt everywhere. 

When she spoke about food, he gave a small laugh. He wasn't hungry at all. He was just exhausted, absolutely exhausted but she was right. They needed some kind of help. They needed someone. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. “I may know someone who can help. But we need a phone.” He had made a lot of strong connections in his NA group and a lot of those people have seen some really rough days, especially his closest friend, Jessie. She told him time and time again that if he ever needed her, just to call her and she would be there, no questions asked. It also worked out that she was a nurse too. If they could get their hands on any kind of phone, they could give her a call and get some kind of help. 

He groaned lightly which resulted in him releasing a bout of loud coughs before he settled against the wall again. “We're screwed aren't we?” He locked his eyes on hers, a sincere smile on his face. “At least we got out.”