It won't. [ still, haru opens up the fridge, pushing through the various bottles to find part of a bottle of a knock-off lemon-lime soda. he crosses to souji again, grabbing a spoon on his way and then pouring a little of the soda into the older man's glass. he mixes it with the spoon. ] I mean, you might be happy for a while, like Jirou-san, but in my experience, alcohol is used to cover up problems. It doesn't fix them. Sometimes, it makes them worse.

[ he taps the spoon off, setting it aside. ] Try that.

[ and because haru's a mom, he reaches up to test souji's forehead with the inside of his wrist, looking for fever. ] .. I'm cutting you off if you start looking worse. I don't know if you should really be drinking with your medicine, anyway.