"You should. It is a very serious affliction." Something close to a joke, the first that had come to mind since he'd woken up half naked in the woods. Which he did not wish to think about. He did not wish to think of anything, truly. Just wished to lean against Jack and breathe and try not to let the leaden weight of his limbs leave him overly clumsy.

There was a faint sound, something close to a whine that left his throat when Jack pulled away. Now he had to hold himself up. There was nothing to support him but the chair's back and that was not nearly as comfortable or comforting as Jack. He attempted and failed to cling to him and was far too heavy to try to go after him. Jack would come back. He had to. He'd missed Zevran, after all, so he would come back.

Another faint sound of mewling, grumbling irritation when Jack so callously swigs his brandy right from the bottle. Mumbled slur of 'you sip it not swig it' before what exactly Jack was after clicked. Zev felt quite slow- in as much that it didn't truly click until Jack's lips were on his and the flush of warmth in his chest offered far more than any sultry, sordid intent. Aside from an appreciation for Jack's forward approach and a mild enjoyment of the softness of his lips, Zev was not otherwise moved.

Odd.

Drunker than he thought.