I already feel like -

[Hm. That seems like it might be the kind of joke that only Jason is allowed to make. Tim's judgment is off tonight, and he knows it, so he decides not to finish that sentence. Instead, he rolls onto his side to face Jason, head propped up in his hand.]

I'm fine. Just - feel a little queasy still. Wouldn't want to puke on the bed in the middle of the night.