The longer Ethan spoke, the more unhappy the look on Alex's face turned. He didn't like people messing with his fun and Ethan was very much being a buzzkill. He didn't even bother making excuses about the almost empty pill bottle, it wasn't like he had anyone else to blame it on and besides, it wasn't like he owed Ethan an explanation anyway.<br/><br/>But when Ethan handed him the halved pill he grunted a small "You've got to be kidding me...", but still, he took the pill and swallowed it down with the orange juice. Half a pill would do just about nothing, but he'd just have to supplement that later.<br/>Alex wasn't even really listening to what Ethan had to say, focusing on the food because now he was seriously pouting and not interested in friendly conversation.<br/><br/>The food, he had to admit though, was pretty nice. Ethan was a decent cook and as much as he wanted to complain about his strictness, this part of the whole thing was actually pleasant.<br/>Still, he wasn't really listening, focusing on getting the food down - despite how much he abused his pain pills, he still was in tremendous pain - and only offered more to the conversation than a few grunts of agreement here and there when he was asked a question. "Sounds good." he agreed despite not knowing what he had even agreed to, he just wanted to go back to bed and watch more Netflix. "If you want to make me go outside I'm going to need more meds though, everything hurts like a bitch."