[He follows suit, though he only gets about a third of his down, or risk drowning. Gladio is right, it's not so bad.

At the question, he taps his fingers over the glass, and then downs another third.]

Honestly? Terrible. [He could stop there, but the drinks do their job and more words spill out.] I feel tired all the time, but I can't sleep. Don't want to eat. Can't even look at the kitchen. I haven't even looked at my camera.