The poke is alarming—for a couple reasons. For one, he's high and drunk, for two he didn't even notice Tyler's approach, and for three...well, it's been a long damn time since he's felt that mental connection. He visibly jolts from it, and his head snaps up to look at Tyler with wide and wet eyes.

His face recoils with self-aimed disgust as he quickly turns his face away, bringing one hand up to rub at his eyes as he grimaces. Great, just great. This is exactly what he needs while he's like this. It almost seems like he's just going to ignore Tyler for a moment, like that will somehow save him his dignity. But after a slow breath in and then out, he turns his attention back to him.

Not willing to assume that Isis will oblige him, he signs back, but lacks all the usual obnoxious way he does it. Yet, there is a strange sluggishness to it, like his motor skills are hindered.

I wish I could say that I am. But please, you need not concern yourself.