Chris hesitated for a moment at the doorway, but the guilt gnawing at his insides pushed him forward.
"Damien," Chris croaked, his voice rough from the alcohol.
Damien glanced up, immediately noticing the uneven sway in Chris's stance and the glazed look in his eyes. He raised an eyebrow but remained calm. "Chris? What's going on? You look like hell."
Chris exhaled shakily and sank into the chair opposite Damien, running his hands over his face. He wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear, but it was too late for that now. "I messed up," he muttered, avoiding Damien's gaze. "Big time."