When Landon felt the surface underneath him change from hardwood floor to soft fluffy cotton, he couldn't help but smile bigger this time, and moved his arms around the sheets as if he was making a snow angel. "You can stay though. It's still your room." Well, it looks like Landon finally got the idea that this was Madison's flat and not his. He nodded vigorously at her question, but that was a bad idea as it made his head hurt a little.
When he felt his jacket being taken off, for some reason, Landon's mind decided Madison was a pillow, so he grabbed her around her waist and pulled her to bed with him, rolling to the side. "Mmm, you're soft," he mumbled again satisfyingly. He was really set on staying like this till Merlin knows when, except he could feel his stomach grumble. "Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick." With that, he let go of Madison and tried his hardest to get off the bed. He succeeded to stand up, but he felt woozy and that just worsened his state.
"Where's your bathroom?" he said quickly and all panicky. Even though she offered a bowl or the garbage bin for him, he would prefer the loo as it could flushed down in an instant and nobody had to touch it.