He was in the process of clumsily trying to get up, but admittedly he hadn't gotten very far at all even before she catches his arm. Down he plops, back on his ass with his back to the rail.

"Whenever I talk I just... make people upset."

He looks up at her, eyes bleary from booze and tears both. But, it's true. He's not alone right now. She's sitting with him. Does he deserve that? After the ass he's made of himself?

"No. But I... I still feel so alone..."