[Mostly, he's telling Lalli just in case he passes out, because right now he isn't sure if he's going to make it back to his feet and his bed without at least blacking out, if not losing consciousness. When Lalli asks if he should go back to bed, he nods, looking up at Lalli. His face is miserable, eyes red-rimmed and skin pale except where there's bright spots of red high on his cheeks - feverish, for sure.]
Mhm.
[Lifting a hand, he presses it against the seat of the toilet and tries to get himself upright, wincing a little. His legs are shaky and he's not sure if he can hold up his own weight. Glancing over at Lalli, he sees his hands hovering, and he lifts his own to curl around a wrist.]
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Mhm.
[Lifting a hand, he presses it against the seat of the toilet and tries to get himself upright, wincing a little. His legs are shaky and he's not sure if he can hold up his own weight. Glancing over at Lalli, he sees his hands hovering, and he lifts his own to curl around a wrist.]
Can I lean on you?