[ will they? he can't help but detect a note of bitterness in the words, looking down at the bar when she takes the bottle and rubbing the back of his neck for a moment. she's always demanding things of him. he has nothing left to give to her, maybe even to life itself. he had been thinking about learning to live again when he was snapped up and sent here instead. so, no, he hasn't thought out a resolution between them, and he wasn't too keen on getting a jump on that any time soon either.

he looks up reluctantly, his head leaning in the crook of his elbow now as he struggles to right himself completely. he's suddenly feeling the full brunt of his exhaustion, and he knows it's obvious he hasn't slept since he got here, barely. powernaps don't count. ]

You said... you said we stick together. If you don't want that-- [ he shrugs, edging back up with an audible crack of his spine. he plants both hands on the bar to keep himself upright. ] Then I dunno what to tell you. Apparently, this ship is only so big. [ aka even when they avoid each other, they end up sharing oxygen anyway. ]