"I think the wateriest shit you can get," he mutters back, arms folded. For so long, he hadn't had to try to appear tough, hadn't had to hunch himself up like this. For so long before that, it hadn't even been something he'd had to consciously try for. Now it feels like a suit of clothes that doesn't quite fit him.

But it fits him better than he'd like.

"It's cheapest, and it won't fuck with our heads."