His main strategy had been pretending to be drunk. Mid-day. In London. It had worked amazingly well, and now he's just partially slumped over as he tries to keep his head on straight. Damn, he's so tired... But at least there's Apollo here now, which alleviates one of his concerns.

And yet he manages a nod whether or not that question was actually directed at him. Walk it off, Sasuke.

"... they'll get killed. The cops." A pause. "Apollo, are you okay?" Did he already ask?