[He attempts, without success, to interject. Several times.]
Gene. Eugene- Mocha, please may I just-
[He gives up, sagging against the counter until Eugene was finished with his rightfully angry serious of questions for which Zevran has no answer- because he honestly didn't think that far ahead.]
I am sorry. I just. Needed to get my head straight before I saw any of you. And then one preparatory mug of coffee and brandy became two, then I ran out of coffee and continued to drink brandy and...I am not feeling myself and did not wish to disappoint you with a different Zevran than the one you missed.
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[He attempts, without success, to interject. Several times.]
Gene. Eugene- Mocha, please may I just-
[He gives up, sagging against the counter until Eugene was finished with his rightfully angry serious of questions for which Zevran has no answer- because he honestly didn't think that far ahead.]
I am sorry. I just. Needed to get my head straight before I saw any of you. And then one preparatory mug of coffee and brandy became two, then I ran out of coffee and continued to drink brandy and...I am not feeling myself and did not wish to disappoint you with a different Zevran than the one you missed.