Oh dear Lord, what did he do to end up face-down in Jedao's lap? He's too sore to even be fully ashamed. The hand in his hair is nice, though, but after a few moments of lingering there he starts pushing himself up to a sitting position.

It's hard to say if he looks more or worse than usual on a general scale, since he's always got the stubble and some minor degree of eye baggage but today he's got distinct and ugly bags under his red eyes, and he's gone pale as he manages to get upright - and then immediately squeezes his eyes shut as the world spins around him.

"Hey, Jedao," he murmurs, and rubs both eyes in a weak pinching motion. "Oh, God."