Psi scowls, pushing his glass to the side before reaching for the liquor again.

"You didn't know whether you were in danger of dying." he says forcefully. He tries to make himself calm down, but it's harder when he's been drinking. A purple spark lights up in the air around his horns before flashing out of existence again.

He can understand wanting to help out, but Ginko never even once thought about his own safety. Whether it was the goat legs thing or getting shot, he never wanted to listen to what anyone else had to say. He absolutely needed a moirail. Psi could do it, not that he would, but he could. Maybe usually he was the one getting calmed down, but that didn't mean it had to be that way if someone needed it.

He pours his drink, trying to think logically about this once more.

"What if something happened to you? What would Tanyuu think? Or any of the other people your friends with here. Would they be happy you're always taking these kinds of unnecessary risks?"

God, he sounds like someone's lusus. He scrubs his face, with his hands trying to wash the feeling away.

"Today sucks."