Tea? That sounds really nice and might help the pressure in his head. Once it calms down, he should try to poke at it and see what he can remember, but not right now. He shuffles into the kitchen and digs up a groggy smile for him as he leans on the counter near him.

"Hey," he says thickly. "Mm. What happened?" Reaching up, he rubs his hand over his hair, which is more of a rat's nest than usual before he's had time to comb it and try to tame it with gel. He drops his hand and squints, but he's not really looking at the room; he's trying to backtrack.

"I don't remember... Did I Hulk out?" ...should he be panicking? That's a question that should make him panic. He doesn't remember Hulking out? Now that his brain is working again, it's connecting how bad that is.