Even if he wanted to say something, he doesn't really get the chance to considering how Zack pulls him off to the side and into an alley rather suddenly. He starts to object, getting as far as saying the other's name in a bit of a scolding tone but then there are hands on his face. Hands making him keep his head up and his eyes focused on Zack's because now that he's looking at the other he can't look away.

Especially when Zack starts talking.

It's the press of the other's head against his own that has him finally closing his eyes, attempting to steady himself as shaky hands find a hold in Zack's shirt. He wants to argue; wants to point out that there's proof living in Edge that Zack would have made it. That he would have been alright but he can't find the words. Each time he tries they die on his tongue until all he can do is press his head closer to Zack's.

"It should have been me," comes the whisper in a shaky voice, the alcohol in his system making it near impossible to keep himself in check. "You didn't deserve that--any of it. You deserved to live. I was just...I was nothing."

The things he'd thought for so long now but had never said.