Considering this was exactly why Kyan was still here, he swooped in and grabbed the small plastic trash can from under the sink and plucked the plastic liner out of it that had a few toilet rolls and some makeup things of Reecy's in it. He got it into Trey's lap and made sure he had a hold of it. "It's okay, buddy, just stay put. Wait for it to pass. I'm just going to text Walker and see if he can drop around later to check you over. It's been awhile since you've been this bad, you might need an adjustment on your meds." He stayed crouched beside Trey with a hand on his back but fished his phone out of the pocket of his jeans to shoot a text to his father-in-law. It had been handy marrying someone whose dad was a general practitioner, though it was going to be tough sitting on his and Reecy's news if Walker did come around. They were going to have dinner at Walker, Sawyer and Fin's place tomorrow for the big reveal. "You've not developed an allergy to dating, have you? Imagine being allergic to dating and booze. Or maybe you're going out in sympathy for me going out in sympathy for Reec," he teased, only to lighten things a little because Trey was back to looking downright miserable and Kyan was worried about him. If Trey wasn't feeling the banter, it could be a sign he definitely needed Walker's medical intervention.