He knew that drinking to the point of passing out was not ideal, but it was the only coping mechanism he knew; being rejected by Azi—by him—still upset him.

Just as he was about to take another shot of his drink, a person slid onto the stool across the table. He looked up sharply, snapping with a frown, "What do you want?"

He was mourning right there, and someone had the audacity to interrupt. He didn't appreciate it, but he chose to let it go and instead examined the person before him.