[He's honestly just a little annoyed at how easily some people are talking about his, uh, drunken episode in completely unfiltered conversations. Can't escape the tabloids even here.
But aside that, yeah, he... isn't okay. He's sick and cresting over the first withdrawal wave, more coherent than he was at the start, by the time Zev gets there. But even then it takes him until she speaks to raise his head and shield his eyes against the overhead lights, dimmed as they might be.
Eventually, he shifts, wincing just a little at how stiff he is, and does his best to give her at least a slight grin]
You mean beside the hard, hard life of a party animal? [He tries a chuckle, and almost immediately regrets it.] Just drank too much, don't worry. I've done this all before.
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But aside that, yeah, he... isn't okay. He's sick and cresting over the first withdrawal wave, more coherent than he was at the start, by the time Zev gets there. But even then it takes him until she speaks to raise his head and shield his eyes against the overhead lights, dimmed as they might be.
Eventually, he shifts, wincing just a little at how stiff he is, and does his best to give her at least a slight grin]
You mean beside the hard, hard life of a party animal? [He tries a chuckle, and almost immediately regrets it.] Just drank too much, don't worry. I've done this all before.