[ the pat on the back gets him to blink slowly a moment and by the time gold is covering his eyes, eiden is already returning the comfort, slinging an arm around him with care and taking one of his wrists.

that drink is absolutely the most. unsexy drink ever. but he'll yell at the sky about that later. at the familiar word, his head jerks: ]

Pokémon? You're gonna get them back. It takes some work, but I know you'll be able to. And you don't have to do it alone.

[ (you can't.)

he does frown a little, looking at the glass that is now empty and moving away to set it to the side. ]

Talk about a bummer drink... maybe... something else. Shake this crap off.