Jet made a disgruntled noise at Albert's response, none too thrilled with the thought of his fiance forgoing water more than he should for Jet's sake.

He was still a little shaky when he stood, but he kept his feet and his stomach and moved to where Albert was standing. His hand found the place where the German's jaw met his neck and Jet mustered the hardest glare along with the sternest tone he could manage with his stomach still twisting and that vague feeling of weakness chasing through his limbs. "Do me a favor and drink the damn water."

His fingers ran up to trace along his partner's chapped lips as though to prove his point. He didn't press beyond that, hoping Albert would just listen to him while he returned to the makeshift couch and laid down as directed.

It took a moment or two, but soon the feeling of nausea abated, much to the blond's relief.