He hates everything about this. How weak his legs feel beneath him, how the shadows in the corners appear to be creeping out further, trying to curl around him. How Cougar's at this side nearly as soon as he sags against the counter, offering physical support like he's a fucking invalid. He supposes he is, but he certainly doesn't like being treated as such.

He's tempted to shove Cougar's arm away just on principle, but as he goes to do so, to room sweeps dizzingly around him at the movement, and he ends up using it as the support it's meant to be instead. Fuck.

"You comin' with me?" He asks, and he'd like to think that if he were a little more lucid, he wouldn't be flirting with the other man. But that's probably not the case.