Ryan wasn't one to get easily queasy, obviously, but it still felt like Liam had thrown up more than one should in one sitting, and after a while it started bothering him. When Liam tried to move after he was done Ryan stretched his arm between them. "No, no, don't-" but the kid seemed to have gotten to that conclusion himself, since he went right back to his previous position. Despite the situation Ryan was still capable of snorting at Liam's comparison to white girls at the club. Most importantly, Ryan believed his little brother. They all knew he smoked weed at length, but Ryan never thought Liam would go to heavier, more unpredictable stuff. He didn't think Liam could be bothered with the possible side effects, mostly.
"Yup." He agreed with Bonnie, then moved to pick up his little brother and half-drag him to the bed. "Just roll it up, drop it in the bathtub and give it a once over with the shower, Bons. We'll take it to the laundromat later." As far as Ryasn was concerned if possible cleaning a vomit-filled rug was a no one job. Upon switching places with Bonnie Ryan took a deep breath.
"Okay Liam how do you wanna do this? As fast as possible, or you wanna get used to standing before you move? 'Cause if it's gonna be fast you're gonna go limp and I'm gonna drag you there like a dead body." Because he knew how to do that, and there was no point in pretending otherwise at the moment.