“‘m not sleeping.” Bullshit. He had been checking out and drifting down towards blissful unconsciousness. He sighs and pushes himself up, flicking his hair out of his eyes. The movements are sluggish compared to his usual speed. Shiro glances at her and squints at the bar around them. “No one tried to start anythin?”

He pauses, repeats himself because the previous words hadn’t been in English. “I hate being drunk. Not worth it.” He feels like if he gets up he’s going to make friends with the floor. He makes a face and sighs. “Help me up?”