The Swede sighed, nodding, knowing it was best to let the Dane undress him, or at least cope with the fiddly parts of his clothing. He felt so bad he didn't even have the strength to make a joke about it all.

"I'm staying awake. Just. I bet you fiddle with that Brit bassist's belt like this."

Hjalmar managed to make a joke to try and lift his spirits through his trashed state, though it was hard because all he wanted to do was pass out.