Layland really didn't know why he was still here talking to this person. He didn't care about him and his watch was beeping thirty minutes before noon. He needed to leave. When the other man moved away and sat against a wall, Layland followed him with his eyes. He didn't follow after because he didn't want to be close to the other person any more than they seemed to want to be close to him. "I told you it's my fault, so just shut up and accept that!" he snapped, irritated by this person's stuttered apologies.

A second later, his irritation evaporated only to be replaced by shock. The other man had pulled a small bottle out of his bag and there was no mistaking it. "H-how....that bottle. How did you get that bottle?!" Layland cursed the stutter that was so uncharacteristic in his voice. Panic started rising in him, driving all of his calm rationality away. How could this other person get that bottle? It wasn't meant for him. Maybe...maybe he just picked it up off the ground somewhere, already empty. He still had a chance with poppy girl.

Layland suddenly grabbed the other male by the shoulders and dropped down so that their faces were inches apart. "Did you drink it?!!!"