[It's fake. That intimacy doesn't mean anything, because Felid is a monster who doesn't care for anyone but himself. And Glen hates him. But he has to remind himself of that, because there's still a part of him that feels comfortable like this, and that wants, horribly, for those small motions to be real. It's a horrible pain, and it makes him sick, but as always he hides as much of that conflict as he can, taking the glass and drinking like it's no problem. It tastes good, and if he just pretends he's not doing what he's doing he can avoid the urge to vomit.]