Frei paused again before poking the back of his neck.

"Quit it," Fin muttered.

Surprisingly, Frei stopped. "If it hurts, get it out," she stated simply.

Fin grunted a little. Thinking about vomiting made him more nauseous. "No," he muttered.

"Why?" Frei asked.

"... No," Fin repeated as he put a pillow over his head.

"You're not hungover," Frei stated, confused by Fin's actions.

Fin grunted something else, but it was impossible to tell what.

Frei suddenly reached out and poked Fin's rear.

Fin jumped a little, turning around a little too fast.

Frei was staring at him again.

Fin had trouble focusing, looking like he was having trouble not gagging.

Frei paused before leaning over and grabbing a trash can, "Get it out," she said simply as she shoved the trash can in his face.

That didn't help Fin's cause. But after a little while longer, Frei got her wish as Fin stuck his head in the trash can and puked.

Frei sat back on the bed with a sigh.

So Fin clutched the trash can for a few minutes before finally taking a breather.