Even in his miserable state, there's something nice about the touch to his pulsing, aching forehead and he leans into Paul's hand, cat-like as ever. The touch is soothing.

Wait his... heart? Slowly, he reaches down to feel his chest. Nope. S^2 engine is still chugging along. He squints at Paul for a second before realizing that makes his head hurt worse. A heavy sigh.

"We did shots, danced, played games, did Spice, then sat on the couch. I think there was more but I don't remember."