"Thanks," He walked into the lobby and rested against one of the columns.
A brother, a bunch of wives, and probably a hangover to equal anything the Formorians could have thrown at him and the fact that he could make that statement and mean it was just another thing to show how not right he was at the moment.
He needed Marie. He needed her to yell at him and to chide him for getting so drunk and disturbing her. He needed that normalcy.