Landon stumbled inside the loo, but ultimately found the porcelain god before hurling out all the contents of his stomach. When he was done, including relieving himself, and after flushing the toilet, he looked a little less drunk now with his eyes wide open. He was able to pull himself off the floor and moved towards the sink to splash water on his face, wash his hands and brush his teeth with the spare toothbrush Madison informed him of.
He stared at his reflection for a while and blinked a couple of times. His mind was still fuzzy, and he was groaning, but at least he wasn't wobbling all over the place now. He staggered out of the bathroom and could see Madison just laying on her bed with her cat on her stomach. Since when did she have a cat? And was that cat been in her flat all this time? Landon wasn't sure why he was concerning himself over a cat, but he fell face first on the bed when he got to the edge.
"Thanks," he said, his voice muffled by the pillow where his face landed. He then rolled to his side again to face Madison, and reached out a hand to pet her cat before placing an arm over her waist. "You smell really nice," he said as he got a good sniff of her hair that was near his nose. "And you make a very good pillow." He inched himself closer and buried his face against her hair, his eyes slowly fluttering closed. He was still mumbling some incoherent phrases though, but retained his position beside Madison.