[ He's been sharing extremely close quarters with three other men for some time now, he's good. He reaches out for that bottle of water, only glancing down at his clothing as an afterthought. ]

Some of it's mine, some of it belongs to four different friends of mine... and some of it's from a guy I just met. [ So that's how his day is going. Noctis pauses briefly, however. ]

I'm okay, though. Healed up. Are you good too?