"Still hanging," he said with a shrug, planted his elbows against the bar and slowly leaned against the bar.

It wasn't that he was tired, Cloud was use to not catching that much sleep over the years. No, he was weary about losing people, about fighting, about getting tossed around like a particular bad luck charm no one seemed to really like. So right now, he just wanted to put his head down and maybe hope for a little bit of a buzz.

"Zack is gone."