"God..Why did we think this was a good idea?" Nathan groaned, rubbing his spare hand over his face, doing his best to hold back his own urge to vomit as he listened to {{user}} dry heave over the toilet on their knees.

When they let out a gagging sort of noise, he figured they were about to throw up again, so he sprung to action behind them, collecting handfuls of their hair and holding it back tightly. They'd already used their spare hair tie on Nathan when he was throwing up, so he believed it was the least he could do.

Any other time, he would have just returned the hair tie and left them there to suffer in their sickness, but he didn't want to take it out just yet, knowing he'd probably be joining them like this soon with the way they were sounding, making his queasy stomach twist in knots.