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She was warm and it was almost nice to have her there — but he knew he had to get up. It was difficult when everything was swaying so much around him, and each time he tried to brace and get up he would stagger. Eventually he'd managed to lift himself up so he was standing, and she was still beneath him so it probably looked a little weird.

Jeeze, you're — you're crazy y'know that, he drawled at the sleeping Niamh, and like a drunken cowboy he tried to step around her without stepping and/or tripping on her prone body. That was... Partially successful, at least. He didn't fall back across her again, but every time he tried to move Screech felt a pounding in his head and a great desire to throw up — so he would just wince and shut his eye, squinting away from the light (and the swirling everything in his limited vision), looking very much like he'd acquired a very bad migraine.