"Mellow." A little sleepy but that'll fade, right? Right. He reluctantly pulls himself back up onto his own weight, smoothing down Locus' sleeves with an embarrassed cough. Okay. At least he didn't ruin his...whatever's shirt.

"I'm good. Just. Swinging between 'god yeah I can do anything' and 'god I need a cigarette' in the span of five minutes is a little dizzying. I'm good." They're good.