As long as we're indulging the same vice lately, perhaps we ought to do it together? If you're interested, I'd be pleased to treat you sometime. A better way of saying thanks than with words, and it'll spare your supply.

[Needless to say, there won't be much help here on the sobriety front. There is, however, a certain settled feeling in knowing that he's not the only one still thinking about the pit by virtue of his coma making it feel like it happened yesterday.]

I'll ask, thank you. He's told me before that bagged and preserved blood lacks a certain umami that straight from the source has. But if it were up to me, I'd rather have it on hand so isn't a chance he goes without.