.... there is another kind of thirst? [Concord asks so genuinely naive, yet stern. His voice is very quiet and heavy. Almost difficult to hear over the bustle of the beach and busy food stand they're so nearby.

He also realizes he's given all the water bottles he brought for Steve over. Multiple, because they keep breaking or getting knocked over or slipping out of hands or-]

There is a man suffering named Steve. I've been trying to bring him water to no avail.