It's just as well Seth is too busy being dizzy to notice Johnny looking at his arms. Somehow he manages to pull on his shirt without getting trapped in it. Then he slowly pulls on the jacket, patting his pockets to make sure he has all his stuff. Phone, wallet, kit, keys...

Shit. Keys.

Wait. No, right, he was always missing his keys, that's why they're here. Alright then.

He heads for his shoes, but then on the way he ends up taking a detour towards the bathroom. He's gratefully not about to vomit, but his mouth feels like something crawled inside and died, so he needs a drink of water, and then to carelessly splash some on his face.

Then when he returns, he finally slips into his shoes and gives a nod. "There's some left in the bottle..." he notes half-heartedly, gesturing to it standing next to the bed. Just in case Johnny wants that. Hair of the dog? Seth can't stand the thought, though.