"Hi Diego." Cecil smiles back gently, relieved that Diego's conscious. Even if he is...very drunk. "Everything's starting to wrap up; I need to make sure the Grotto's like we found it and that everyone gets home." Though, Diego getting home has, admittedly, become his first priority. He shifts, sitting down beside his friend and hooking an arm around his shoulders to steady him and to keep him from trying to sit up again. "You okay?"