"I'm fine," he insists, but takes her arm anyway and gets over to the bed, and doesn't really let go of her. "Just sleepy."

Which is a lie, because he actually doesn't feel like sleeping at all right now. He feels restless and guilty and there's a rising feeling of dread in him.

"God, I'm so stupid." He's going to be hungover when he next sees Rose and Hal. The idea chills him.