What are we going to do with you, Ronnie?

[Just take this long suffering sigh with a shake of his head. His hand pats Eric lightly on the head; fingers idly running through his hair; he peers at him with concern.] Are you going to be alright? That couldn't have been pleasant. [He could have warned him not to drink but that would have ruined everything.]

I thought we'd already decided sleeping arrangements? And you really can't forfeit someone else's turn.