Bonnie's hands on Liam's shoulders while he threw up the entire contents of his stomach onto the floor was very nearly the only thing that grounded him. How did he have that much inside his body? He was dry heaving after a while before the feeling subsided for the moment, his sister's soothing words helping him to not get overly upset about the whole ordeal. He hating getting sick, and his entire body was feeling the sickening after effects of his astral body being tossed like a rag-doll outside of the barrier. The fabric that brushed at his eyes as Bonnie tied a makeshift blindfold around his head was a relief. Without the effects of what he was seeing, the feeling of unease seemed to ebb slightly. It didn't completely alleviate the nausea, but it helped. Plus, with Ryan's reassurance, the youngest Byrne was less afraid that anyone was going to hurt or kill him with their clothing. "Good," he managed, his voice rough with the stomach acids he'd just expelled. He reached up and gingerly touched the cloth at his eyes.
Shakily, he tried to sit up. The movement made his stomach roll, so he just lay there, breathing heavily from both the psychic bitch-smack and throwing up. At Bonnie's question about taking something, Liam groaned aloud. "Weed? I mean, do I have to say it? I think you two know me well enough to know that's my jam. You know, if I were a white girl in the club and my favorite song came on. Only, weed. Or something..that sounded better in my head." He groaned again, his stomach churning a bit. "If I had taken anything else, I would tell you." Would he, though? He wasn't really sure he wanted to feel anything other than the buzz he normally got, if it was anything like what he saw not moments ago. "I mean, I might fly to the other side of the country and astral project my ass back here to let you know, but I would tell you."