Daze

In a drunken daze, Hunter just nodded at Ryan as he sat on the floor. He wasn't sure if he understood her or not, but he was feeling too lousy at the moment to argue. After another couple waves hit, his head and stomach were aching. That seemed to be the last of it though, and he managed to shower, albeit clumsily, taking twice as long just because his mind was moving that much more slowly. After changing into the clean clothes Ryan had found, he walked shakily to the kitchen in his bare feet, his hair still wet.

Exhausted and still feeling sick, his motormouth had ceased, leaving him quiet as he sank into a chair. He folded his arms and bent to rest his head on them, sighing deeply. "I don't feel like eating an'thing," he mumbled. With his head down, his eyes looked over at Ryan. They weren't quite as glazed, but it was obvious he was still far from sober.