The bar was empty.
His mood alone and his presence there had made every soul exit, leaving only the bartender, who looked frightened out of his skin.
Caesar gulped down the full glass of alcohol and turned his head at the sound of the glass door pushing open.
It was Yuri.
The man walked over, joining him at the counter.
Caesar didn't say a word, and Yuri was silent as well, for a while, before he looked at him, asking, "Are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
He sighed. "You look a mess, you know. Everyone is worried…"
"I can see that. But I'm fine." Caesar chugged down half a cup.
That made Yuri frown. "Caesar, you don't even drink."
The man looked at him.
He rolled his eyes. "I'm your friend right now, and I'm telling you I'm worried about you." His fingers fidgeted together. "You seem to be getting worse every passing day, not just you. And it makes me apprehensive."
Caesar shrugged. "I'm fine. You don—"
"No, you're not fine, and you have to admit that!"
