"Okay, now I know I'm actually legit unwell, can I admit that I can't remember the last time I felt this rough? And that's including migraines and drinking embarrassingly little yet still getting shamefully sloshed on our first date with the subsequent hangover? I feel like everything hurts, even my balls, and I feel like I haven't slept in a month, not having just woken up after crashing for almost a full day. I'm sorry, I don't mean to whine. It's just been an exhausting few days and now I can't even do what the whole purpose of the trip was for. Ohhh, shit... that feels really nice. Please don't stop." Winston rested his head back on Jude's shoulders, using it as a pillow. Even his head felt too heavy to hold up. "In that case, I might need to pick your brains about being a godfather because I have no idea what to do or what it even involves. Or an uncle. Ree insists that even if we're not blood-related, I'll still be the baby's uncle. My experience with babies or kids is basically zero. It's slightly terrifying. Lorenzo's always said you nailed the brief with Holly, and then some. Being with her really doesn't make you want your own? I don't understand that desire, to be honest. Even if I thought a lot about the future in regards to romance and marriage, it never expanded to wanting kids. Then again, Ree was like that once upon a time too. She always swore it wasn't for her." A tickle in his throat made him start to cough and soon he stuck in an intense coughing fit where he was struggling to catch his breath and, with Jude's help, had to sit forward again when it felt like he couldn't get in enough air in to curtail it.