Joe didn't know what the hell it was, what reason he had for the sudden spike of pity, but he pulled back moments before he knew the kid would die. It had been a long time since he'd bothered with anyone, but there was something... something he didn't know how to explain and so he ducked his head to his free hand and tore at his own wrist.

"Drink it or you're gonna fucking die," he demanded roughly, lifting his bleeding wrist to the kid's mouth.