[ He feels almost like he's drunk, because where he'd normally just agree, instead he's inclined to push further. Unable to shut up, effectively. ]
Sleeping it off isn't going to make it stop.
[ It's a resigned mutter under his breath as he steps away and goes for the door that connects their shared dining space with his room, only to stop and press his palms to his closed eyes until he sees stars, frustrated at himself. ]
I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting it to do this. Whatever this is.
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Sleeping it off isn't going to make it stop.
[ It's a resigned mutter under his breath as he steps away and goes for the door that connects their shared dining space with his room, only to stop and press his palms to his closed eyes until he sees stars, frustrated at himself. ]
I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting it to do this. Whatever this is.