Zev contemplated the severity of his headache and decided that he might as well try and lighten it. After all, this was bad enough without the hangover. Reaching across the bed, he grabbed the glass and the bottle of medicine, quickly downing a pill and hoping for a quick relief. Watching Ally searching for her clothes, he too glanced around, getting up from the bed again to go pick up her shirt that had ended up in the hallway. Zev idly noted that his dad hadn't asked anything concerning his company, even tho he was fairly sure Andrew must've noticed the extra clothes in the hall.
"Here," he offered as he held the shirt out, still not progressing in the eye contact depratment. "Are you... Are you feeling okay? Are you hungry or... anything?"