Etienne didn't usually drink. It didn't agree with him, went all to his head, and the fact he wasn't particularly tall or heavy meant that he was literally and figuratively a lightweight.

Which, honestly, was all the more reason to slide down beside the most sane-looking person there. Even if he was one of the puffy-eyed, barely-groomed masses in an old t-shirt and torn jeans, he still considered himself a little better than the people that were intermittently screaming and crying. Heaviness in his chest aside, at least he had enough control to keep himself from bawling in public.

Right. He shot Shiki a half-smile like an apology. "Hey," he grumbled, voice barely above a whisper despite what he told himself. "You're not saving this seat, right?"