"Sing--oh." He laughs a little, self-conscious. "Thought I was just... thinking. It. But I can't do plenty of things. Lots of things."

Yeah, he's definitely drunk. He takes a moment to try and pull his thoughts back together. "Can't fight. Terrible at self-defense. Situational awareness isn't great when I'm distracted. Swear I've almost gotten shot so many times because of that."

He tilts his head, considering. The silence is a little too long. He points at Doc with the hand holding his glass. "...I'm bad at thinking of lists off the top of my head."