[Leo doesn't even have the energy to shoot Niles the short, weak glare that he wants to. And he's pretty occupied trying not to choke on yet another surge of vomit rising up his throat. It's awful, it burns. He doesn't think he's been this sick since he was a kid.

For Leo, it feels like ages before he's finally just spitting up saliva, but in reality the sickness doesn't last much longer. His vision is still swimming but he musters the strength to at least flush the toilet and rest his forehead on the rim.]

Listen............ [His voice is soft, strained, raw. It probably sounded better like that last night.] .. I don't actually know who you are....................... ... but remind me to never drink again.