Walter grimaces, but regains juuust enough situational awareness - in the moment, this moment, his roommate is asking his opinion on the creative exploits he's been up to since ingesting the cake from the Pride parade - to shake his head.

The motion only serves to further his nausea, however, and he sticks his head in the water this time.

If only he had gone to a party tonight - the still-tangible flood of too-real, too-colorful memories from the handful of parties he has gone to is not helping him concentrate in the slightest, however.