[Sebastian can't even find it in himself to think Ciel a brat for positioning himself so he's literally looking down on Sebastian as if this wasn't humiliating enough already - no, he's busy being angry with himself for even being in this state. That, and he's experiencing that - to him - utterly unfamiliar sensation of his brain being stuffed with cotton. Being angry at two people at the same time requires more energy than he seems to have at the moment.]
I do not know what happened. [As far as "what do you have to say for yourself"s go, that's pretty pathetic, he knows.
And although he's tried this at least twenty times already, every time with the same outcome, he grips the counter with both hands, tries to heavy himself up... but like every time before, only gets as far as "kneeling" before his legs give way and he sinks back down.]