Disoriented and confused after waking from one set of events to another so thoroughly, Harmony was finding it hard to respond properly as much as he wanted to. He felt freezing cold all of a sudden, hands trembling as he wound them into the top he slept in. "I'll clean it up, I'll clean it." he stammered, searching around like a bucket or a sponge would automatically be there. The things the teacher was saying to him sank in at intervals, not always as they'd been delivered. "I'm sorry." he was sure to say again, quite apart from the fact that he'd thrown up, he'd also clearly put the other man out. He got up by pushing himself up the wall and then stumbling forward a little, wobbly but trying to keep his distance from his teacher, conscious that he was being a bother. "I, I should clean this, I don't, I'm not hurt, I'm, I was, sorry, I'm sorry I caused a fuss."