"I did. Got about fifteen minutes into a case conference before it felt like someone was slicing my head with a chainsaw and I was barfing into a trashcan. Ash brought me home. I barfed again in his car. I was going to call you but I know you had a pile of shit to do today. It's okay, Ash stayed until I crashed. No, no tea, no nothing. Not yet. My gut's still feeling really dodgy." Trey nursed his stomach through his tank top and laid down on the sofa. He still wasn't quite through it. He felt like he could sleep for a month but at least the auras were gone and the horrible wooziness where it felt like his legs were disconnected from the rest of him. "It's okay, dude. You're giving me a stressed face. It's been awhile since I had one. What did you need to talk about? Your text sounded like it's something important. Talk to me. I'm okay horizontal. I think my ego's more bruised than anything. Not a good look to ralph in front of a big client. Just came on real fucking quick."