[ He falls heavy, shoulder checking against Erik's thigh on the way down as Charles lists forward and only just manages not to faceplant entirely. A crawling slump sideways, cornered into wall and the edge of his bed, retching breaths loud and wet as windpipe considers the possibility of opening back up. Head down, dizzy.
Shame and a more spiritual hurt are all factors of tugging gravity too, and setting a tremor in his hands, but at least he can rest comfortable in simply feeling ill, forehead pressed to mattress edge and eyes closed.
Waiting for Erik to leave, or to feel like he isn't going to pass out, whichever comes first. ]
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Shame and a more spiritual hurt are all factors of tugging gravity too, and setting a tremor in his hands, but at least he can rest comfortable in simply feeling ill, forehead pressed to mattress edge and eyes closed.
Waiting for Erik to leave, or to feel like he isn't going to pass out, whichever comes first. ]