Like you. He didn't say. Because at some point he could tell that Kuon was watching him and with the way he was swimming in his own emotions, drowning under its sudden onslaught as he palms his face; it only made him slightly twitchy.

"Ah- I am sorry to cut the conversation short, I may- I need to clear my mind a little," he waves his hand a little before grabbing the silly can that he bought and sets it aside. He pats his pockets a little, finding his trusty box of cigarettes as he straightens up with his fingers wrapped around it. "Must be the alcohol again."