John pushed himself away from the wall and stretched out on the blanket, dimly aware that he must seem utterly pathetic but too far gone at the moment to really care.

"Ta, Loki. You're a brick," he whispered, shutting his eyes gratefully and throwing his arm across them to block out the remaining dim light. The dilemma that had brought on this entire episode still hovered threateningly at the back of his consciousness, but it was just going to have to wait for now. Though how he was going to deal with it and not wind right back up on the floor again he had no idea. Later...