"Shouldn't have come here empty-handed," he offers as a weary rejoinder, taking a seat beside her as requested. She's right, of course - and today, it's less a question of why and more a question of which reason he's getting hit so hard by the alcohol. They've drunk a bottle rather more quickly than usual, he hasn't eaten since breakfast, he's still recovering, and frankly, every moment that passes seems to leave him a little more self-conscious.

Putting his foot in his mouth is inevitable; he's lucky he hasn't simply had out with the full bloody truth. At this point, he nearly wants to, if only because trying to avoid it is agony. But it still seems like a horrible thing to do to Vex, throwing the future at her and demanding she consider it relevant.

"I'm sorry." He sighs, pushing a hand through his hair. "There are...some things...that are difficult to talk around. Particularly when I'm inebriated, it turns out."