"Yeah," Orsino uttered again, trying his luck as standing. It took a while, as well as winding up on all fours for longer than he would have liked, but he manged. He felt like it had been an age since he'd stood up, even though it had probably been no more than fifteen or twenty minutes. His limbs felt jittery rather than numb, now, and the change in altitude made him even dizzier than he knew he already should have been. Instead of trying to walk to the couch, he just stood there taking in the scenery.
Which included more cushions on the floor than on the sofa, a mostly empty bottle that was still miraculously unspilled even after the commotion on the floor, and a very disoriented-looking Penny. Orsino may have found the sight a source of mild amusement, but right now he knew he didn't look much better.
And, well, there was the matter that every moment what had just happened was becoming more apparent, and the euphoria of a few minutes ago was turning into a blend of disappointment, embarrassment, and bruised ego. The tiredness that had been there before was swiftly coming back with a vengeance. No matter that he knew continuing wouldn't have been he best idea - it would have felt a hell of a lot better.
Generally a fan of silence, he found that it was bothering him now. Even annoying him. "Ah...I'd offer you a hand but I don't think it would work out very well."
He walked to the sofa, stumbling over a stray cushion before righting himself and taking a seat. "Sorry."