[Listening was all he really could do in this instance, though it was probably one of the best things he could do. Lots of things needed to get off of people's chests, and if he had Zevran on his chest while he was doing it, things were pretty much alright.

But to hear of how Zevran could displace himself so easily from the love of his life for the sake of the job-- after the fact he was certain that he wouldn't repeat that, but it was something considerably tragic. Words wouldn't do justice to any type of consolation, all he had were his arms and ears.]

Hey, look we all... make some pretty massive mistakes but the important bit is that you moved on. And I'll say you're doing a remarkable job even with the... booziness.

[Tone light-- not to make light of Zevran's plight, but to keep it from overwhelming him unnecessarily, he shifted to try and catch his eyes, or at least, took hold of his face with both hands]

I was angry, I'm sorry for yelling. It's-- a bad habit I have doing to people I really care about.