This is now the most embarrassing night of his life. And Zelos has had several horrible nights in his life. Kratos practically just throws Zelos into the bathroom (that's a lie, he got carefully deposited in there, he's just being a baby) and Zelos pushes himself further inside until he's got his hands on either side of the sink, heaving a little just in case he throws up again.

He feels like shit. He looks like shit. But he has to wave Kratos off if he's going to clean up and get changed, so he pathetically flaps his hand about while staring at the water running down the pink marble of the sink. He tries for a laugh and ends up with a painful wheeze. So next he clears his throat. "If I die," he begins, voice rough, "make sure to dump my body in front of the pope. It'll be funny." Zelos sets his hand back down on the sink and whines, spitting into the sink. "Leave me alone to die otherwise, though. I'll be done in a bit."

He bites onto the 'thank you' resting on his tongue instead of saying it out loud.