Brendan's initial instinct was to try and lie, pass this off as a bad migraine, which he had a history of, but he felt too shit to maintain a lie like that. Besides, he looked like shit. He remembered portions of the night before, but not everything, and he was aware of the fact Reecy brought him home and stayed with him because she wouldn't leave him to be alone in the state he was in. But when he had woken up a little while ago, she hadn't been there and the first thing he had to do was get to the bathroom, and ASAP. He was a mess, his clothes from the night before all messed up because he had slept in them.

He tried to answer, but just got caught in another bout of heaving and throwing up. He got a slight breather after that, where he could finally form some words. "What the fuck does it matter," he moaned, putting his head down on his arm. "I'm fine, just leave me alone."