Whatever train of thought had been running was immediately derailed by the hand moving under his head. The feeling the touch caused was one thing, why it was happening entirely enough. A pillow—?

He shuddered a bit and kept it clamped down as much as he could, eyes closed tightly and let out a grunted sort of huff to try and cover it.

"Water can come after, right now don't really want a drink."

Would rather get it himself but- hell, who even knew what could be going through those pipes here.