[A few hours ago, he started to pull himself together. He showered (trembling) and shaved (and nicked himself a couple of times). He was determined to leave his apartment, and maybe even the house, and maybe even go and see you. Even if you did not want to see him, he thought he might be able to cheer you up and win you around. He thought he might bring flowers (red roses because you are being prickly right now) and maybe you might laugh.
The headache (the hangover) was a problem. He drank plenty of water but nothing would shift it. He went into his bathroom and opened up the cabinet and there was a tub of ibuprofen (just two left). He swallowed both and looked at himself in the mirror (so determined).
It was strange when his reflection blurred and he had to cling to the edge of the basin. (He is probably still on the bathroom floor.)]