"Loaded question, I suppose." Alvin answered, looking down at the glass in his hand, still making no motions to drink it. "Nothing about today was particularly egregious, but it's a continued state." Alvin set the glass down, feeling a twinge in his fingers of discomfort. His hand didn't often ache unless he moved it a certain way or he pushed what he was actually capable of. The burns made his skin so uncomfortably tight sometimes that he had to use his good hand to stretch out the muscles beneath.

It was fine, he didn't want the drink he kept toying with, but there was something about having in front of him that felt right at the moment. Alvin pressed the back of his bad hand with the opposite thumb, feeling the damaged tendons roll under his skin in an familiar ache. "How's business been?" Just because Alvin couldn't continue with his chosen trade, didn't mean he was the kind to begrudge others for maintaining their passions.