"Already texted her to check in." He's being responsible about his not quite meltdown. "Got an extra long session booked tomorrow. Tonight I'm trying to cope healthily which means accepting company, reaching out, talking about it, and not facing into self destructive habits. So..."

He pushes himself up and snags one of the liquor bottles, walking back over to the cabinet to put it away. "Maybe? I've been half blind for so long I'd have to relearn how to shoot and shit."