Trey let go of the wall just long enough to flip his twin off. Then he finished up but when he was tucking himself back into his sweatpants and flushing, he was his by a wave of dizziness that had him stumbling to sit on the now closed toilet lid where he had to sit and try to analyse if he was going to barf or not. "Ky," he whimpered, blindly feeling for the wall to try to get the room to stop spinning and putting his hand over his eyes. He was tired of feeling so shit and really needed to get back to work, which he couldn't do as long as something as basic as going for a piss was still making him woozy and nauseous. The head pain was still there, even if it wasn't as intense now, so it was hard to gauge how much longer he would be out of action. "I'm not protesting, I'm just--" He cut himself off with a heave, putting his hand over his mouth while trying to get his woozy aching brain to navigate how to get off the toilet quick enough without falling on his ass and smashing his head on something, which would be severely counterproductive to, well, everything.