Jamie was not so much drunken stark raving mad as he was just... excited, and the intoxication was making him even more animated than usual. It often worked the other way, drunken Jamie could be as brooding and pessimistic as anything. There was a reason he rarely drank more than a beer or two. Jamie was a clown most of the time, he put on a show and kept people entertained, but it was largely a cover for his deeply rooted pessimism. The concern over his dupe and all the drama which came with that situation had resulted in the slightly red-faced mess that he was now. At least the shaking seemed to knock something back into place in his brain.
He lightly pushed away from Wisdom in an attempt to make the shaking stop--he was going to get motion sick if he kept that shit up much longer, and he had to brace one arm against the wall as Wisdom smoothed down his shirt. "I'm together," he tried to insist as he brought his free hand up to his head, the world spinning a half beat behind his head, or so it felt. "I'm together, sorry." And he did mean that sorry. He had just gotten excited, hope and excitement and fear all got tossed int one heavily caffeinated, intoxicated pot and exploded in his head. "I was just--My dupe, and... all that. I saw that on the news and..." He made sure his voice was lowered as he spoke, and at last had sense enough to turn and close the door, giving them a little more privacy. Surely did not look good to anyone who was listening in.
"I'm fine," he tried to assure again. "It's just... John." His lips formed a thin line as he tried to think of a way to explain that mess. There really was no good way he could think of, how could someone understand that there was a part of himself in very real danger, a part of himself who might be hurt, or upset, or traumatized, a part of himself that might not come back? "But... we're close, right?" Wisdom had said that. "And after that, John can..." Be retired? Come back? Be re-absorbed? "After that you won't need him anymore, right?" This was so strange to Jamie. It was not like this was the first dupe he had ever sent off, it was not like it would be the first dupe who did not want to return to him... but it was the first dupe who he had not forgotten about, the first dupe he had really had to stress and worry about. What if he died? Would Jamie die too? He did not think so, not after what he had learned from the Sabretooth thing, but...
"...sorry," he managed again, slouching against the wall and pushing a hand through his short hair. "I guess I just got myself wound up. There's a lot on my mind." He glanced towards the piles paperwork and the streaming info across Wisdom's dead, nodding towards it, having the decency to feel guilty over his little freak out. "But I guess you can relate."