Kellen takes the offered bottle, tilting it up to get a good mouthful and wrinkling his upturned nose in an unarguably adorable way for the dry flavor of it. "Jesus' blood isn't very tasty, is it?" He peers at the bottle cock-eyed for a moment, but takes another swig before passing it off. Of course, he's never taken communion like the majority of the students here, so he wouldn't be used to the cheap wine they use for the purpose.

"I dunno if I liked it or not, but it was wacky. The way he kept jumping all over the place." Kellen slumps against the wall, shimmying his shoulders around in an attempt to get comfortable against the cold stone, and lifts his hips to dig a pack of smokes from a hip-pocket of his tight black pants. After transferring a cigarette to his mouth, he turns those 'ambrosial' eyes back on Kyle, bright with interest. "If you could go whenever, and relive it, when would you go?" His hands go to patting himself down in search of his lighter, but his gaze stays steady on the other boy.