Merlin tried to grip hold of consciousness to listen to Zach but it was getting more and more difficult. The place spun like he had vertigo sometimes and he felt queasy until he felt cool fingers pushing at his hair; he murmured a little something and ever so slightly moved his head towards the touch despite himself.
"C'n't help it, weeee're meant." he said in response to that, revealing more than he had before, some kind of smutty version of star-crossed lovers. "You cn j'st f'ck me n lemmego..." he mumbled and then went limp; by the time Zach returned Merlin had all but blacked out on the bed, sleeping the very, very heavy sleep of the very, very inebriated.