[Clear is very heavy, but he is open to any sort of contact.

He looks between the alcohol demon and then Noah.

Things definitely felt like they were moving while he was laying on the ground, but he was still lucid.]

So I was able to do something human after all even though I feel bad about it? That makes me feel...

[He couldn't think of the word. And normally when he struggled with the words to put to feelings, he could pull out one and figure it out with some help. But in his current state, no words came.]

I do not know if I can vomit. I guess we will find out. But everything is very much swimming. Like floating on air.