I'm pretty sure that most of the time, people don't mean to die.

[The anger from before was gone, evaporated in lieu of the semi-drape-hug configuration Zevran settled into. Having him back finally hit him and he couldn't help but lightly scritch at Zev's back, feeling him growing heavy]

...If you're gonna pass out I'm insisting you do so in a bed. I'm really not in a mood to argue with you, so the simple thing to do is as I say. I'll even tell Jack to go cuddle you but I doubt he needs telling.

[Ambling just a little to make sure he wasn't about to spill any brandy if he moved, he tried to urge Zevran at least to standing.]