"I just - I need water," he tries to explain, and his hands are trembling again as he can't help but keep looking at them, checking them-- But no. They're okay. They're okay, for now. He just needs to make sure to keep drinking, and maybe he'll be okay.

The doors open for the showers and he immediately bee-lines for the nearest one and turns it on, but instead of getting into it, he stands outside of the stream and puts his hands out, gathering water in them - in both of them - and then drinking it down.