Things happened fast from here on onwards, or Jerome's woozy brain just wasn't able to process his surroundings fast enough to actually comprehend the actual speed at which things were happening, as suddenly, he was shoved into a chair, which released an uncomfortable memory from only a mere days ago, when something similar had happened. Actually, exactly the same had happened, he had been led into a chair, unable to stand on his own feet because he had done something dumb.
He probably had blacked out there for a few seconds, because the next thing he consciously realized was the scent of a banana wafting right into his nose, and he groaned slightly as his stomach didn't really thought that this scent was a good idea at all. He turned his head slightly, which, at this point, wasn't an easy task at all, and through the dancing dots becoming thicker and bigger, he could make out the shape of a peeled banana on a plate, which had to mean that this guy had gone out of his way to peel it for him, which shot a twinge of shame right through his veines. He didn't feel comfortable taking it, yet he had to admit that there was no rational reason not do it, as he almost already felt the blackness again, knowing that he needed that fucking thing. His trembling hand reached out to it, and with way more effort than he wanted this guy to witness, took a bite out of it, raising his blood-sugar and making him feel slightly better in an instant. A little more functional again, too.
Still, this situation was digging itself into his pride, which basically only consisted of his high independence, and as soon as the dots in front of his eyes vanished and his dizziness faded away, at least partially, Jerome made an effort to sit more straight on this damn chair before attempting to stand up and falling immediately back. He wanted to flee this situation so badly.
He needed a few seconds before he decided that the dehydration was worse than having to take what he had been given without the possibility to get it himself and not burdening this poor guy, and his trembling hand, needing two attempts, grabbed the glass to drink its contents hastily, breathing heavily again while the cold water did his stomach not any good at all. The nausea kicked his guts, but he managed to not let on to that in any way, at least not letting on that it had suddenly worsened, At least he tried. In this situation, he hadn't any real control about his face and his movements, and he felt utterly helpless and useless.
"Thank you.", he finally mumbled embarrassedly without actually looking at Felix, lowering his head and staring at his trembling hands after having placed the glass back on the table. Normally, he was all for politeness and proper introductions, but he was not really feeling like giving this guy his name right now. He only nodded when the guy probably tried to comfort him by telling him that he had seen worse, which maybe wasn't even true, given that it sounded like it had solely been said to make him feel better or something. Which, if that really had been the intent, hadn't worked.
Even the apology he had in his head kept being stuck inside his throat. He didn't remember the last time he had felt so disgusting. He just wanted to sleep and forget.
"The parade...", he whispered an explanation without actually explaining anything, but somehow, at this point, it was an inherent need to at least clarify that there had been an actual reason for his crash and that this wasn't his normal condition, no matter if the guy even cared, no matter who the guy even was. He did it for himself, trying to re-gather some dignity, which currently wasn't possible with physical gestures. Trying to stand up again was pointless, he would fall back like he had a few seconds ago, so there was no way to get away from this situation with any kind of actions.
"I came here... a week ago. Still ad- .. adjusting. I'm Jerome." Still looking at his hands, he did give his name after all. Being able to form coherent sentences again was the only thing he could really do right now.