Something about Snake leaving the room sparks a panic in his chest, something he can't pinpoint the root of but he's certain it's his fault. It doesn't feel like somebody walking to another room in that moment, feels more like another person walking out because they're sick of him. Can't put up with it anymore. Who could anyway? It was stupid of him to expect Snake to be different.

His whole body is heavy, and when he moves to get up and stop Snake from leaving it feels like being stuck in quicksand, like there's some invisible force sucking him into the couch.

So it should come as no surprise that he's barely moved when Snake finally returns after minutes that feel far too long, and Raiden's expression brightens considerably as if it wasn't just five minutes ago he was willing to fight Snake to keep his flask. Right now he just feels the acute relief of not being abandoned, something that shows on his face as he struggles to focus.

"You came back," he mumbles, giving a dazed look to the clothes and the water.