"What. The. Actual. Heck…" Hannah amazed, pressing every syllable, as she followed with her eyes the sight of the shuffling figure. By the movement of the tall man, walking out from the bedroom, it was quite obvious he couldn't see further his nose, it even underpinned her observing as he suddenly bumped to the kitchen chair, trying to go across the space in the room.

The half-ghost next to her at the kitchen table was just blinking confused at the grunting and cursing as he was trying to reach them – or most probably someone who could fulfil his unvoiced order.

"Coffee, now!" he mumbled with a ragged tone. Hannah just hardly managed to keep inside a chuckling, but stood up and poured a cup with a half-amount of life-saving liquid. "More," she heard, as soon as her motion stopped, so then, she ended up with a nearly entirely full portion, putting it in the microwave. Then as it beeped, there was a harsh thumping sound as the ghost took a place too.

Hannah put on the kitchen gloves, to get out the inhumanly hot cup, serving it to the wrecked figure. Now, she couldn't fight anymore against the teasing. "Did you have a good night?"

"Oh, shut up…" Dan moaned, running a palm through his face in pain, then clenched on the large amount of black drink, with a clear hoping in his features that at least it would help on his misery.

The teen girl with widened eyes stared at Hannah. "Is he- is he sick again?" the panic was detectable in the voice.

"No," Hannah shook her head, with a creeping up smirk, "you are not sick, are you?" she directed the question to the tall figure with an obvious hinting with her tilted head, aware of the reason about his behaviour. To that, she got nothing but a groan.

"Why are you here, anyway?" Dan asked then, with a less drowsy, but not less grumpy tone.

"I am tutoring Dani on Sunday afternoons. Remember?" Hannah recalled to him.

"M-hm…" came the perceiving to the information, but in truth hardly reaching his mind, then after a long second, he visible managed to process the words. "Yeah, for the English class, I know… but that's on afternoons. What are you doing here now?"

Hannah let him drink the rest of the coffee, then she enlightened him. "It's half past three, Dan."

The human-copied fingers squeezing on the cup started to tap on the ceramic, as he was thinking, once and twice and then- "What?" was it gasped out.

"Yeah, good morning, sleeping beauty," Hannah greeted him, correcting it a moment later. "Though calling you 'sleeping beauty' right now, is quite much an exaggeration."

His fingers ran on his face, accompanied by a great lengthened groan, then continuing the tired movement through his hair, halted at the recognition as he reached the end and didn't meet with any used-to-be-there obstacle.

"Did you lose something, ghost boy?" Hannah asked to his sudden maniac searching, with a grin, as the fingers were seeking for the hair tie, as if that would have been any chance it was there just somehow lost within the bunch of darker hair.

"Ow! You are enjoying this, aren't you?" was a fist slammed annoyed on the table, then with a cursed murmuring the human-ish (not working against the gravity) hair was just tugged behind his ears. Hannah didn't say anything, her reply was already there: yes, she enjoyed it. But as she looked towards the girl sitting next to her, she had to realise, Dani was still confused.

"He is just hangover, don't worry," she ensured the worried teen, "though I didn't know ghosts could get drunk," Hannah wondered over that possibility, "aren't your metabolism work differently?" she turned to the suffering person for the answer.

"It does…" came the murmuring, with an obvious note it was intended to be continued, but his attention was got away. The bright gaze was marking the kitchen counter, then strictly turned to Hannah. "Could you make another one?" he reached out the empty cup.

"You already drunk three decilitres black coffee. Don't you think, you should show a good example to Dani?" Hannah pointed to him, though this time, not using the 'good example' expression as the keyword to make an impact on him.

"Yeah, I don't fucking care right now." the ghost growled, but then with a sigh tried again. "Please."

Well, that made it, she had to confess. Hannah got up from the chair, and prepared for another portion, making it as many as she could at one time. She didn't have to think much to know, she would have to take this round at least three times to turn the human-disguised being to a bearable level. Until it was done, she had a bit of time for the inquiring and much to say, she was curious.

"Work dinner? Too much punch with the great Jack?" Hannah turned to Dan, examining the reaction, letting it unvoiced the freaking out how much amount of alcohol it had needed to make an impact on a dead person.

"As if it was him…" the ghost massaged his eyelids slowly, "and it wasn't punch, it was… god, it was worse. 'turned out there is an equivalent of alcohol in the Ghost Zone… do not even try it, seriously, never." he let out the advice, rubbing hard his neck. "I'd kill for an equivalent of aspirin right now…"

In a way, it was funny, seeing him like that, hair messy, bathrobe lamely on his wide shoulders, nothing but in pyjamas… (much to say, she had never seen his in pyjamas, so it was already a kind of milestone within their relationship) "So, you had a wide night with your ghost friends." Hannah translated, wishing to get more information about that occasion, in fact, totally forgetting there was a minor girl too, and not just them having an adult talk.

"Friend, in singular." Dan corrected her. "I'm not that socialising type to have more than one friend or tolerate anyone above the ones I already know. And he is not exactly a friend. Or at least, not from now… he cheated." came the addition. Gosh, she had to admit, that statement brought back many nostalgic memories from her younger years…

"So, it was a contest to drink yourself to life, I see…" Hannah chuckled, even turning her smile wider, as she got an attempt at an eye-roll from him, turning it then to a cursed wince due to the probably throbbing head. But then her heart melted, Dan was too miserable right now, even for an eternal being. "Alright, I think I studied enough with Dani. Would you like me to go home now and let you sleep or…?"

For a long second, the ghost just buried his face into his palm, letting out a groan, but then slowly peered up, with begging eyes. "You are familiar with how to deal with a hangover, right?"

"Yes, I know…"

"Thank goodness, then please, stay." Hannah moved ahead, hearing too as the next portion of coffee got ready, but she stopped.

"I can watch over Tris," Dani jumped up from her seat, already standing at the door, but waiting for the mother's approval. Hannah didn't want to ask the teen to babysit – even though she was aware the ghost-girl loved her daughter, and Tris admired the teenager too – but… "He seriously freaks me out right now." the half-ghost explained, nodding to the halfway sleeping taller figure at the table. Hannah almost laughed up loudly at the reason, but then let the halfa go, catching a beamed phasing through of the door as the girl disappeared.

Hannah moved then towards the ghost, nudging on her watched one's upper arm, but no response came. "Oh, come on, please don't tell me, you slept in. You are god-damn heavy, Dan, I am not gonna carry you to bed…" to the unconscious humming, she came to see, there would be no other option, but right now, Hannah gave herself a few minutes too to figure out how exactly she would execute that task, wondering about if she chose right over switching with Dani. But yeah, she couldn't let the teen see how ugly a hungover could be.