[ He dips his head, resting it on the other man's shoulder, even if he doesn't know his name yet. It's not that Jefferson's being flirtatious or anything; he just feels so... boneless right now, it's easier to sink against another person. ]

No... I was damaged before. Crazy. Probably drove him crazy, too. [ The glass goes ignored still, if only because he doesn't feel like sitting fully upright again just yet. ]

What if... you lose your head? [ He lifts a hand up to his scarf, tugging at it absent mindedly. ] Can you come back from that?