"Please don't vomit on my couch." He stated after a second and cast a wary glance at your paled expression and shaky posture as you leaned against him. He'd invited you over for a drink after a stressful mission, only to realize that you couldn't handle alcohol in large amounts. He sighed, held your shoulders and sat you up before walking off to find you a trash can. He handed it to you and sat back down as he rubbed his eyes "You good then? Keeping it down?"