He moves forward like he might try to snatch the bottle from him but he seems to back down from the idea rather quickly.

“No ice.” He grumbles, folding his arms.

“At least he leaves me alone for the most part. Well, unless I get into some trouble and he comes to clean up the mess.” He laughs bitterly.

“Nothing I want to remember.” He grumbles, moving around to find himself a drink.

He huffs when he can’t find what he’s looking for.

He grabs another bottle to throw but hesitates this time.

“What do you want?” He questions, lowing the bottle but still keeping it in hand to throw if he wants to.

“Tell your damn students to leave me alone and I won’t bother them.”

He looks down at the other version of himself, eyeing the wheelchair. “The hell happened to you?”

He rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“You’re much more irritating than my Erik and that’s saying something.” He grumbles, rubbing his temple to soothe his oncoming migraine.

“There’s nothing you can do for me. Leave me to drink myself to death.” A slight hint of begging tinges his words.

“I don’t want to remember anymore.” He adds in a softer tone, nearly a whisper.

He tries to snatch the bottle back when it’s taken from him.

“I need that.” He says, his voice surprisingly small and desperate.

He looks like he’s trying to use his telepathy to make Erik give it back but he doesn’t seem able to in his drunken state.

He lets out a bitter laugh, “you’re not my Erik. The Erik I know would never ask me that.”

He holds the bottle up to watch the liquid inside.

“Open it.” He demands.