Leo snorts when Drew actually seems to embrace the way the water is pouring onto his face. He wasn't sure what sort of reaction he'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't that, and he slides the rest of the bottle onto the coffee table. "Dramatic," he mutters, before unzipping another pocket on the backpack. "Brought gatorade and snacks, too. Expecting just a million free drinks the next time I'm in the bar, though."