That was certainly out of hand, yes, though at least not likely to happen again. Zemo still hasn't been indulging much in alcohol beyond a drink or two there -- he'd rather not wake up to another morning like that.

Zemo wants to insist there's plenty to worry about, but-- he decides not to. Not now. This dream will end one day -- but at least he can make certain Bucky has a home out of it, and maybe some spare funds to do with as he wishes. It isn't as if Zemo has any sort of heir or family to worry about outside of the two men and cat living with him at present. But that's a thought for another time. The idea of another cell... it's enough to make his chest tighten for a second.

"You could try something from a bottle," Zemo suggests. "Maybe you'd like it. Or they have beer on the menu..."