He shakes his head. "Didn't forget," he mutters. "Admiral kicked me out." And it might be all the drugs, but he sort of grasps why. Something about how he was going about it wrong. That his warden deal wasn't going to work the way he was thinking about it. Or maybe that's justification afterwards for some explicable semi-godlike-being bullshit.

"Shit, really?" Because he could use a drink, after the current set of substances works its way out of his system.

"World's worst hangover, that's all." The crash. Not withdrawal, but probably still pretty dangerous. His heartbeat's definitely still going faster than normal, and it's sort of heavy and jittery at once in a way that makes his chest uncomfortable.