Ehren let out a soft chuckle. It seemed like he wasn’t the only one who had a hard time remembering names. He peered at Logan as he moved his foot so that he was sitting down appropriately. The sight of him worried Ehren a bit. With so many different ways people could suffer unfortunate futures here, drinking oneself to death seemed like a terrible way to go. “Long day?” He asked, taking the offered scotch from the bartender and sipping it gingerly. It didn’t seem like the mans eyes could look at anything for a long period of time, like he was trying his hardest to be completely blind to the world.
He empathized, although Ehren’s tactic lately had been to suffer alone to himself at his apartment. It wasn’t exactly easy to admit that he’d have to be alone forever.
Before waiting for a reply he sighed and looked back at the gleaming bottles of alcohol behind the bar. “Me too.”