<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #33FFEE">Simply nodding, Silver slowly laid back down. Pulling the covers over himself, he curled up on his side and closed his eyes. The pounding in his head was slowly dying down to a dull ache, but there was no doubt that it would take all day to disappear completely. In the quiet of the room, he was more than happy to let the grip of sleep pull him under in hopes it would make him feel better even by the slightest. But for some reason, even though he was still exhausted, he just couldn't fall asleep even if it would have only been for a few minutes.<br/><br/>Before he knew it, the soft padding of feet entered the room, causing him to open his eyes and sit up. Leaning back against the headboard, he took the offered plate with a smile of thanks.<br/><br/>To the other's question, he said,</span> <span style="color: #99AAFF">"Not by much. My head is still killing me, but I'll survive. I've had worse hangovers in the past."</span> <span style="color: #33FFEE">Quiet for a moment, he took a small bite of the toast, wanting to see how it settled first before eating anymore. Setting the food down, he spoke again.</span> <span style="color: #99AAFF">"I...I really hope I wasn't too much trouble last night. I can be rather annoying and needy and...just a huge mess when I get drunk."</span></span>