Jigen wets his lips and feels around for the wine bottle. Finding it empty, he frowns, and then clambers to his feet to stick his head in the sink and drink out of the faucet. Water drips from his beard as he sinks down to the floor again, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, and he just looks...tired. So tired.

"Got a smile like you want to either punch him or kiss him or both, and his pants are too damn short for his legs?" he asks, like a challenge.