Through his swimming, drunken sick head, Apollo forced himself to keep it together, and that meant not slumping backwards on the couch and covered his eyes with his hand hoping everyone would quiet down. Curiosity, too, compelled him to straighten up and lean forward, watching as Barak struggled even harder to right himself, gripping Cin's arm and then shoving her away when he realised Apollo was watching them. "You- fucking you-?!" he said, accusingly, and Apollo smiled at him again, one that was all mouth and no eyes.
"His memory's okay," Apollo said, to Cin, watching Barak carefully in case he lunged. "We good here?" Much as he liked having Cin around, he really needed everyone to shut up and leave him alone for a while.