Silence. Kayla hasn't spoken for a few moments and he knew that it meant trouble. Normally, Elliot didn't mind the silence but this was different. His brain was pounding against his skull and it was starting to make his eyes water. He could feel disappointment emanating off of Kayla and he still couldn't bring himself to look at her, though his eyes were open, they looked everywhere else but towards her. This could be going worse, of course, she could be yelling and slamming things and generally making him more miserable than he was (which at this point might have been a feat considering how unhappy he already was) and to be honest, he was vaguely surprised that she wasn't. He closed his eyes when Kayla finally spoke up.
"Well..." He said slowly, doing his best to think despite his headache. Finally, he simply shrugged, "uhm. I think I had two." He sighed, "I definitely had two. But I'm pretty sure that I threw them up." He told her, rubbing his face carefully. "I'm sorry. This... I am not doing this again... ever. Ever." He chewed his lip before finally looking up at Kayla.