[ Sometimes — always, really — Drift had trouble distinguishing what was genuine, simmering anger in the Darkling...or the Darkling just being his usual self. Drift sniffed but still clung to the idea that something was truly wrong with the Darkling and attempted civility. ]

You heard me. You look like you're in a bad way. By all means, though, pass out on the floor in the middle of the hallway if it preserves your dignity. [ Sort of. ]

He's not himself. [ Drift amended, taking a shot in the dark. ]