It certainly wasn't the most humiliating thing that Sebastian had ever been through, but he had to admit he didn't not like it. It was sort of a weird rush and George was trying so hard to be gentle.
He stared for a moment after George spoke, but then finally shook his head. "Do you think I can at least borrow a pair of jeans so I don't have to look like a murder victim in mine?" he asked, biting his lip. Well he was sitting there in his underwear; it wasn't the most dignified thing in the world and after being carried into the bathroom in the first place, he was feeling a little useless. And he also felt like he was about to cry, which wasn't anything he was going to say out loud, but he's like to get pants on before that happened to maintain a fragment of his dignity.
He tucked his hair behind his ears and pressed his knees together, still staring at the floor. "I feel like I've been run over by a truck. The room won't stop moving. My head is throbbing and my throat feels like a desert. I'm pretty damn far from 'okay'."