He was on the couch, his head on a throwpillow, his body under a blanket.

"Ohh.. shite... egh.. What.. the feck.. happened last.. ngh... night..?" He murmured, holding his head, looking over at you, who was sitting next to him on the couch.

He looked over at a glass of water that didn't seem to be yours, given yours was closer to you, and he took a sip.

"That.. barely made anythin... be'er... but.. thanks anyway, (Y/N)." He grumbled, somewhat politely at the end of his sentence, setting the cup down.