[ he scowls, face twisting into a strangely conflicted expression given the giggling. he is rather way of such semblances of concern. ] The damnable thing stung me. I assume these are the... effects.
[ they've been hitting him in little bursts-- the occasional spurt of euphoria punctuating the giggling that he can't quite silence, the sweating, shaking hands, and now this vague exhaustion. he coughs faintly to cover another laugh and waves a hand dismissively. ] It will wick away with time, I'm sure.
[ the unspoken sentiment here would be, "do get on with it." ]