"I can try to help." Courfeyrac very carefully sets the now less-full bottle of bourbon down and tries to stand up. It doesn't work very well the first time, and he falls back into his original position and sits there blinking for a moment. Gravity can be so annoying at times like this.

Glancing at Combeferre, he smiles and reaches out to comb Combeferre's hair down into a semblance of normalcy with his fingers. "You're cute. Know that? Real cute."

He's supposed to be standing up to help Combeferre. Pushing himself carefully to his feet, Courfeyrac manages to stay vertical and turns to offer Combeferre a hand up. "I c'n help. Prob'ly. And Ba'el, I don' think that disc goes 'n that console. 's not the right size."