Finding that Arthur was reassuringly solid and equally reassuringly present did settle him a little, though he was as reluctant as Arthur was to lose that contact.

He did, however, nod at the statement, "Good idea. I think really what I need right now is a cuppa." Either that or a drink, but it was too early in the day to start drinking, mostly because he knew after a shock to his system like that had been, alcohol was the last thing he needed, because if he started he wouldn't likely stop any time soon.

So instead he stepped away from Arthur to make sure there was water in the kettle, putting it on the stove, leaning back against the counter, "I think we can officially rule out Somnacin hangover at this point." Not that it had really been a serious consideration in the first place, but it had, at least, been somewhere on the list.