[He nods and immediately regrets moving his head, so he swallows hard and speaks instead:]

Yeah. Sorry . . .

[God, this is so embarrassing. How many times does he have to have some weird breakdown in front of her? And she's acting strangely; he's still caught up in trying not to throw up, so he's not being as observant as he could be right now, but he knows she is. Did he embarrass her or something? Shit.

He takes a few deep breaths, waiting for the nausea to subside. Thankfully, it's starting to. He even manages to blink his eyes open at her and offer a wavery smile.]

This's so embarrassing. You pissed at me? Heh . . . s, sorry. I just gotta get outta here . . . sit down somewhere.