For once, R manages to bite back the statement on the tip of his tongue, the one that points out that drinking is very much him. Instead, he nods. Sure, he can deal with being sober around a couple people in question. It's not the biggest deal in the world, and he's not being asked to quit or anything.

"I can downplay it a lot, sure." he agrees. "Just...rough night." I stabbed someone, he doesn't add but thinks it. "And good. Nothing to be sorry for, just don't want you to be sick or anything. Not exactly fun."

Eventually, he's emerging from a shower, feeling a lot better, and forgetting, once he's dressed, to put his gloves back on right away. His hands reveal the still healing brand, but they also have some minor scratches and cuts from practicing with various weapons. It'll get easier, they keep telling him. R just hopes that's soon.