Anel didn't look across at Zara as she spoke, his gaze being lowered to the ground as he allowed himself to sway endlessly back and forth upon the swing, brilliant blue eyes downcast; filled with self-loathing. He barely listened to what the woman said as she tried to make him feel better, knowing that he must have looked dreadful if Zara was being so kind to him... But considering what he had been through, that wasn't surprising. 'Piss off... You of all people don't fit the 'family' routine..." He swore simply because it was expected of him; there was no venom in his lifeless words.<br/><br/>It was only when he felt his knees gently bump against Zara's legs that Anel forced himself to look upward into her face, reaching out to take the offered bottle. He swiftly gulped down the remaining alcohol before carelessly dropping it in the grass beneath the swing. "What makes you think anything happened? I'm always a bitch to everyone... I always fuck up... I always swear and make an ass of myself..." He laughed weakly, shaking his head slowly, raising his hand as if to drink before realising he had nothing between his fingers.<br/><br/>"Ergh... Have you seen Gareth? I left him in my room... He better not be touching anything... Probably fucked off by now..." He grumbled, flinching as he thought of his bed; he would have to burn it and buy a new one. No amount of cleaning would remove the stain from it... Or his own body, for that matter.<br/><br/>"How was your client?" He asked suddenly, rather obviously trying to change the subject. "You look pretty satisfied..."