Marius' instinct is to run out in a panic; his head swirls and aches at once, and he would like to be able to clear it. His body sticks to the sheets around him, and he can feel his legs tangled in the bottom half of them. He knows that to indulge in his instincts would be to send himself falling flat on his ass. And then make him lose what little substance he has in his stomach.

"I could say the same to you," he replies, unsure of what else to say in this situation. He still can't believe what he did last night.

He glances at Rat, stuffing his face into a pillow, and decides to follow suit.

But not before he catches sight of his back.

"What happened?" He asks, before he can think not to.