"Don't ye feckin' even start with me-" It actually almost seemed to take effort to shut himself up, finally clamping down on his tongue in order to convince the vile thing to stop moving for ten minutes.

"I won't." Short and sweet and to the point. He'd go home, drink, go to bed and not leave the house for a long ass time. The shop would just have to be closed for a little while until he could heal correctly.

Through the twisted up, annoyed look on his face, genuine concern lingered behind the glasses as Drake took the last of the herbs from the bottle. He should say something. Thank you, probably.

"Thank y-" SANZO.

"I swear to God, I will get up and smack your face straight off of your face."