Jackie takes the bottle and has a good swing followed by another like maybe it would be the only way for him to fall asleep. Rather than handing it back, he sets it down nearby in some neutral ground between them. He wants to have a conversation but he's not even sure where to start or what to say, so he just sighs.

"Yeah, I'm not so good either, hermano." He admits it easily. There's no point in beating around the bush. Clearly they both had shit on the brain, and V never makes Jackie feel bad for the way he feels. "What's bothering you, though? You haven't been eating much, and I donno. You just seem..off."