He tilts his head up try and meet Jedao's eyes, but he has to squeeze them shut when his stomach audibly protests the angle.

"But you didn't..." He shifts his hips, in an unsubtle motion to sit up better, but he doesn't feel anything beyond the general malaise of a still-drunk hangover. "All we did was kiss, yeah? And..." He swallows thickly, and sounds- small, when he asks, "And I- I asked, right? I didn't make you?"