[He snorts, taking the bottle back and glaring off into the distance. She may be able to make out the ghosts of a few scrapes and bruises on his face now that they're so close, but they're disappearing so fast that it could just seem like a trick of the light.]

Haven't drank this much since I was on the streets. But at least I was myself then.

[There are too many things weighing on him right now, and his usual coping strategies - starting fires or fights - have both been curbed by the loss of his power. He doesn't even have his knife anymore, since he dropped it while getting dragged away from the bar. First thing he actually bought here instead of stealing.]

'M gonna snap if I stay here much longer.