"Crazy?" Hugo repeated, quirking a brow. "Right." He stared her in the eye for several long moments and then, wavering a little on the spot, went to sit on her bed, which was the only unmade one in the room. "Room spinning ..." he explained, rubbing his forehead with one hand and looking a bit the worse for wear.
"You think I make you crazy ..." he muttered under his breath. "All my fault?" He gave a short, humourless laugh and looked up at her again. Alex's clothes from the ball were littered around the bed rather untidily. Hugo regarded them for a moment. "Why did you throw your clothes about?"