[ Somehow he feels like a cat being shooed off the carpet... As if throwing up wasn't already enough of a buzzkill. ]

[ As she lurches off of him, he lets out a quiet, pathetic whine through his teeth, clapping his hands over his eyes like it would hold the world still. ]

I'm not, I'm good! We're good! I'm just... it's just the dizzy bit...

[ Who's he trying to reassure at this point? Probably the both of them. For a hot minute, he's trapped in that hellish limbo, trying to decide whether it's best to hold as still as possible or gun it for the bathroom. It almost never works out, but he holds his ground. ] C'mon, there's like nothing left for you to get rid of...

[ He stays motionless for another minute, save for his chest heaving deep breaths, and his knees tucking up ever so slightly... He's got this, it's cool. He swears. But the next couple words he manages come out dejected. ]

Why am I pretty sure you've used that tone on Pepper before...