He blinks a little puzzledly when he's set down, but gives not a murmur of protest. Instead, his mind is occupied with wondering why his body is still refusing to co-operate. He must really be tired. Surely there's a reason for it. He has hazy memories of penetration. A lot of penetration. Perhaps that's why?

His thoughts are broken off when he hears retching from around the corner. He cranes his neck but can't see anything.

"Are you all right over there?"