He props Eiffle against his shoulder until his erection finally goes down, then gently tips Eiffel into draping over his lap in a away that will hopefully stop him from having too many weird muscle cramps when he wakes up. He remembers what Eiffel said about him needing water, so when he sends Gonou a picture of Eiffel's slightly smushed sleeping face to explain why he can't move for the next 10-20 hours, asks for Gonou to bring some water bottles and leave them on the table. Gonou brings a pillow and blanket, too, which Jedao tuck under and around Eiffel respectively, cozily fussing over him. He sips through the rest of Eiffel's last cup and idly finger-combs Eiffel's hair for hours, losing himself in the bouncy texture of it and the strange honey-ooze feeling of peace.

Sometime in the middle of the night, towards morning, the little pink critters trickle and melt away, letting some of the fear and melancholy seep back. But by then Jedao is warm and a little hazy from the alcohol himself, well-soothed by the repetitive rhythm of stroking Eiffel's hair, and it's easy for him to slip in and out of a light doze himself.