Was he okay? From a purely physical standpoint Zach figured he wasn’t any worse off then any other time he got drunk off his ass. From a mental standpoint though, he definitely wasn’t entirely stable and maybe wouldn’t ever be. Something about seeing Sasha’s doppelganger had shook him down to the core, rattled him and thus drove him to drink.
“Depends,” he muttered as he focused on the woman who was talking to him.
Zach kind of wished she would have just walked on by, especially when recognition set in and he realized it was Leah Stone that was standing over him. Most people just ignored him when he was like this, and that was kind of how Zach liked it. Although, sooner or later he realized he was bound to have an encounter with a leadership type figure while in this state.
Maybe he should find a better way to cope. Yeeeah, right. Even nearly drunk off his ass Zach realized that he was a creature of habit and booze was his coping mechanism – why fix what isn’t broken, right?
“Wanted to be alone,” Zach gave as an answered. “Now I’m not, though.” He tacked on as he attempted to get up from his sitting position. He was all long limbs and uncoordinated actions now, so he made it halfway up into a standing position before the world began to spin and he slide back down the wall.
Dropping his head into his hands for a moment and pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes, Zach tried to get the spinning to subside. “M’fine, really.” Sympathy or concern had to be the reason Leah had stopped, so he was making a lame attempt at dispelling her concern and letting her get on her way.